I didn’t want much

The sound of my name in your mouth

conjuring the taste of honey and long and lazy Sunday mornings

I didn’t want diamonds

To see the soft rise and fall of your chest as you slept and the scent of fresh

brewing coffee

I didn’t want forever

Just to watch shadows chase our story across your dreams and wondering

if I would make an appearence in them

But I didn’t want much … which turns out … was just as well

Solitaire