- 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
