Window Box Dreams

 

 

I have a dream

Of arguing in public

She wants me to say

She's the best lover, my forever

Of roses in window boxes

And herbs growing inside, consuming

Of our crummy flat that's

Too hot, too high with cracking walls

In a city I despise

Just as much as she adores

But the architecture captivates

On those rare silent nights

I have a dream of happiness

In a method, manner, way

A path I never considered

Before it goes

And the indulgence is through

 

Author's Note

Cp. 9:51PM Fri 06138 NM no pills, wistful, Alone, Hormonal, Gross (Written, Sylph)