scented promises

I tiffin

every single bud

that blooms above my head




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?