I will wait with bated breath,
until the clock shows
work is done;
when words are penned
and runes are sung;
and backs are clasped
and lovers cling,
as vowels dance
and Merlin sings…
bards paint clouds
in verbal boasts,
and all lift cups
in evening toasts.
I once met a girl who struck me as interesting, and as someone I would like to know better. She happened to be on her lunch break, and it was Friday. She mentioned that she liked to write poetry, and then quickly excused herself to return to work. I asked her if I might text her that evening and she agreed. In my world of daydreams, I could not help but imagine a rendezvous later where we might write together. In my anticipation, I therefore scribbled this soon after she left.
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