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