Saturday 13 February 2016

If You Want Me


For my Valentine

Swell then, heart,
You rattling thimble!
Balloons may burst
Before they pass the clouds.
If feet shake and flesh prickles
With every step
That could be the last,
Then why should we walk?
If every syllable will float
Unprotected in the air
That waxes with our words,
Then why should we talk?
Happiness haunts with subtle dread.
You know, if you want me you should have just said.


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