Ran into the store for some milk, and returned to a blossom tucked into my car door. That, or an awesomely random gust of wind with impeccable placement. Complimentary! ♦
Someone who could hold my want and wonder for such a time as this, is not one I’d readily ever let go. To find one that returns the sentiment and is moved to action by it, is the key. To feed it with hope that it would grow and blossom to reality. What’s not fed, dies. I’m loyal to a fault to those that allow me to be so. ♦
My mind’s been down roads it shouldn’t be as of late. Following paths to a time unspent.
Building memories on words not spoken and generally laying mayhem in place of peace.
I may explode.
A fine mess.
Glossy pieces of sunny yellow hope and joy laid waste amidst shards of razored pink pulp wet with the breadth of me.
Can I get a little reciprocation?
Giving me opaque when I need transparent.
Been at it so long, tempered and even, wanting to break out, grasp on, tune in, turn up to the fullness of another.
Show me everything.
Then take my all.
Out of the blue. And into the red. Can I turn it darker, a crimson before it fades to black once more leaving me my peace until another time when I can unfold it.
Yes, tuck it all back in for another time.
It’s a blossom out too soon.
A racket in my head now, not heard in so long. A low hum built to a clanging that has me caught up, gripped. Please just murmur. Soothe my hard-pressed thoughts.
It’s different than I knew. I looked and looked. Seeing too late is seeing too soon.
Sweet and dirty. Just what I need. ♦