He was tall, brooding
Built like a brick house, bulky
This man had tattoo sleeves up and down his arms
He rarely ever smiled, and his dark hair was always a tousled mess
But nevertheless, even though I was frightened
I mustered enough courage to mutter a small "hi" that would make a mouse seem loud
This man, this booming giant of a man
Gave me a small soft smile that felt of lava on my teddy bear heart
This monstrous, gentle man then swooped me into his arms in one fair sweep
And planted a daffodil on my lips
From the top of the world I read his tattoos, his stories
Understanding grew a field of daisies in my mind
This man started spring in my body and my soul bloomed
This insidious, ominous, nimble man gave me just a taste of true happiness...
Then went away just as fast as he appeared
Ever since he sauntered off with a promise of someday
I've been taking extra long in the bath, willing myself to breathe in water
I've been playing Russian Roulette, tempting him to appear again
But he keeps pushing me away whispering, "not yet"
So now I wait patiently for Spring to come.