Take me to a field of flowers
and
confess your love to me.

With nature as our witness
and time as our officiant.

Hold me as the sweet scent
sways us
and the breeze
tells our story.

-M

our lips will never meet
nor our fingers intertwine
and so bless my dreams
for indulging what's not mine

I never intended this to be about you
But you fit every poem and line of prose I write
My allegory lies within my gestures, stares, and smiles
And I hope you won’t read between the lines —
'Cause that would be the end and I’d  pay the price.

For I'd rather be an empty letter in your words
Than be a sinner in their eyes.


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