All of the envy I have belongs to my roses.Hiding under the sanctuary of soil until winter has waned,still so beautiful when spring becomes summer,but I am running all year,finding shelter in nothing,reminders of you in all things,that little threat of tears at the base of my throat when I remember that I never had…

Your cultivation of my attention was swift, and somewhat impressive.Blinding,bad,better,bold,it was dangerous to dine with you. I hated to be your dinner date,because your hands would rule a Kingdom under the table,and I was a persecuted subject,tormented,tortured,toyed with,torrid. Struck by the sudden sweetness of your stare,I begin to wonder if I am in trouble,or if…

Like a sheet of ice at sea,I shattered,surrounded by your warm embrace,my sense, replaced by sentimental midsummer madness,in the middle of winter,waiting for your answer. You held me,like the ocean holds weathered ships,gentle but uncertain,your eyes, half closed as the clock struck twelve,and you leaned down,without a word,without warning,kissing your answer onto my fevered forehead.