—REALITY IT SEEMS, IS JUST A DREAM

 

 

waiting

 

for God’s sake 

I don’t want 

to quarrel 

anymore

after all

there’s 

honeysuckle 

somewhere

dripping off 

a stem 

dew glistening 

like a clue or 

glossy un-kissed lip

and the sun

it wants a hug 

and this tree is 

telling me 

all her secrets 

and tomorrow 

looks divine 

while today’s got 

nothing left to lose

so let’s just

keep our traps

shut for once

bury all the malice 

and suspicion 

put the car 

in park

make-out like 

we’re teens

or get a coffee 

from the nearest shop

you decide 

I’ll be right here 

waiting for your answer