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)
