Snappy

Surrender,

you say,

sending me a dream,

to tell me,

danger is over,

if that is the path I choose.

You wear nine hearts on your sleeve,

all around your wrists,

my initials,

inside each one.

I watch you,

watching me,

from the window,

sitting,

sweet on the sill,

trying to tempt me outside,

where blue skies lie.

I wonder,

out of nowhere,

if you are a crocodile,

snapping,

simpering jaws,

brown eyes,

barely above water.

I wonder if you’ll tear me apart,

or if you will be tender,

but,

life is nothing,

if not an adventure.

We are close to a kiss,

on opposing sides of glass.

I count the hearts on your sleeve,

and the beats of my own.