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.
.
.
.
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.
.
.
.
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?
.
.
.