I don't know where you go
I'm not allowed to ask
So I go to the dark corners of my mind
The same place that you were last
A place that you once ran from
Is where you're running to
as I fill in the time
like a martinet
always waiting for you

i lit a match
to light a candle
to seal a letter
but
the match could not even do me the courtesy of burning to my fingertips.

There is still time
To have breakfast in bed
after we woke up
There is time to talk
Slowly
Carefully
Picking words which don’t hurt
We can still hold hands
Gaze into each other’s eyes
Be kind
Be nice
We still have time to laugh
Watch each other smiles
And be amazed
Everyday

It is not too late

dwarfed and obscure,
sit neatly arranged for all to adore.
Parched from the aridity, neglected by the sun,
I the bonsai never truly begun.

Cast in the shadows, growing off to the side,
never fully *****, always wanting to hide.
I the bonsai have the capacity to grow,
a little warmth and attention is all I need you know.

Imagine

Origami Swan.


Unfold and
Press-


Hey Presto,
A Blank page or

A poem from
Your man

When you're cloaked in a pall of gloom
Life seems bland with colours gone
The little flower in her humble bloom
Will say she's there you aren't alone.

Professing only enchanting moments, with you.
Well, isn't that what romantic lovers do.
Describes to one another about what attracted them to you.

Your eyes
Your voice
Your legs
Or whatever your choice.

When alone together?
You are professing only enchanting moments of joy.

The purest signs of love.