scented promises

I tiffin

every single bud

that blooms above my head

pink

white

yellow

blossoms of scented promises

engulf my pate

a new me

by you.

.

.

.

threshold of embrace

I would if you wish

I can  if  you would

but then you wont

.

yes, you are always with me

yet we meet but half the way

so, will your  feet ever cross

that  threshold of  embrace?

.

that  moment  won’t  come

where  we will wake  up  in

each  others   loving  arms

or do the  things others do

lest you  take  that  chance

.

will  you   cross

that  threshold?

.

will you?

.

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