• Allison

Mayhap

You are a collection of moments past

And those yet to – mayhap – come


Of genuine affection

Unrequited adoration


Perfect curls beckoning in the wind

Messy tendrils wound around my fingers

Eyes softened by years together

Brows raised in belated recognition

Skin dimpling beneath your hesitant touch

Cheek soft against your tender lips

Helpless laughing fits of familiarity

Fleeting chuckles at rehearsed quips

Brief, warm, bittersweet embraces

Long, unburdening, aching caresses

Promises that you’ll be mine

And everything I am is yours

You are a collection of gentle dreams

And moments past made grandiose


 

Singapore

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