Listening

Bird above me

what say you?

who do you call?

You are so clearly alone

on your post

singing to the bay

And I sit beneath you

listening

knowing it's not me you call

But I will listen

if only to keep you company

and let not one soul's call

echo into the ethers alone.

Secretly, Yours...

Wrap me and unwrap me- I am your present. And in your future I am your gift. And in your past, I was always there, shining and soft, lingering; flirting; fringing and dying to be untied with gentle excited pressure.

Feel the silk velvet touch of what you don't know- the reason there is a bow- to prolong your pleasure of the unknown.

Promise to always tie and untie me, find then unfind me, hello then goodbye me- if only to come back to this moment of suspense; this delicate surprise.

And I promise to giveth and taketh away; to love and leave; to go but stay- forever in your wish list; your delicious bliss- find you in dreams both daylight and starlight and wind and unwind you; wrap and unwrap you; bind you to me with the pressure of a gentle bow,

and make you guess what is beneath.