Love, still
Love, still
still these wandering thoughts
still
Still
do you make Caesar salad
on quiet evenings
hugged by soft tunes of amapiano
Still
do you linger in clothing stores
fingers brushing fabric
as if time has somewhere else to be
Love, still
do you wake early
like a soldier in some distant camp
making pancakes and sausage
fit for a western front dream
Still
does water soothe your skin
do you swim
like a blue marlin cutting silence
Love, still
do you like baby cuddles
holding them close
as if they were a mirror
wishing it was you
Love, still
you change your frames so often
as if each one
gives birth to a new identity
Funny, love
do you still love
the vivid color blue
Love, still
in questions
I never stopped asking