Overture (Act I)

Adjacent to my patch of flowers 
I sit. Watching you for hours
The outdoorsy dog lover backyard barbecuing type
What’s not to like


We won’t last the same way forever but change feels right


Drinking in 
Possibilities contemplating 
Imagining We
No hesitating 


Liberating


Restrain me
Train me
Play me (instrumentally)


Fingers tracing
Lips tasting
Full box beard tickling


Quantum entanglement


What might your scent be
Earthy. Woodsy. Warm. Spicy
For all the things you’ll do to me
Resigned to wait … or I could
 
orchestrate

a date  

Overture (Act One)

Feature Photo Credit: THAM YUAN YUAN from Pixabay