taste the optimism


 

i opened the door 
took your coat & your shawl 
offered my arm
in a dagger & cloak like approach 
to the allure of hope & amore 
we've both, jumped this rope before 
in the end, to wonder what for 
promising, to never do this again 
yet here we are, doing this again
doing it once more 
praying for some wins
some different winds; just differences
for me a different her; for you a different him 
our impatience aches for sexy conversations
embraced by patience, chased in wisdom
tasting to taste the optimism 
because, this one isn't 
what the last one was 
though still reminiscent
of fools falling in love
new blemishes are hidden
or at best… sign, sealed, good riddance 
like, if it's broke… it’s nonexistent
till i prove & show, that i’ll fix it
though your practical sense, makes foreshadowing forbidden
still, i have you convinced
somewhere somehow our chapter's been written
like deja vu, with a twist
maybe on a napkin, or linen 
or inscribed on a scroll
tucked in your breast pocket 
so you're reminded & know
you’re my best topic, for sho’
i digress, if you guess this is just talking… uh, no
here’s your next option… come close
& just watch how i got you
close to my heart, & not let you go

taste of optimism

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