May I entreat thee A painstakingly slow Reveal If you're not sold On its worth Grow weary before Ribbon falls To the ground Blink as lid lifts Lay it aside Open wide Tease of tissue paper Crinkles as the nose In anticipation No waiting game Moments of reckoning One still standing, poised Wing span of heart's Butterflies The best things take time
Altitude enlivens Yet fear of falling Thin air breathlessness Is what I'm feeling Upon a happenstance Of sauntering past All the minutiae Of words, stories Desires burning Within you Shared with my ears But once in time Rose in my core So now I explore The great mountain Of remembering What we were
Yards of delicate spun silken cloth Shaped and tailored To fulsome figure Breathing space A few fingers on the waist Darts and pleats In all the right places Spun yarns on bar stools Stories we traded places Design for an outfit You and I Something grande to wear To a parade Ever so slowly A loose thread pulled Here or there A button popped Dropped into beer glass Hem frayed apart Accessories slid off Bar mates picked up Broken Sitting perched on edge Of leather chaise lounge Looking at your face The flower on the sill Alternating Till I look down to realise The whole time This empress here Singing her heart song To cadence of onlookers Was naked all along
Count the stars of heaven 