Dare you chance,

A taste of your dream?

“I’m sweet. ...

Stone.

Concrete.

Iron. ...

Why,

Are you,

Disturbing, ...

I don’t understand you.

But I need you.

Appreciate you. ...

A field of green,

Stretching forever,

Dancing with shadows. ...

Even a pure,

White rose,

Carries imperfections. ...

To dive in.

Eyes closed.

Feel silkiness, ...

Looking down.

With three eyes,

Four noses, ...

Holes distract.

Colors deceive.

Cracks go unnoticed. ...

Red,

Stirs up emotions.

Silver-sparkles, ...

In a quiet corner,

Gazing at strangers,

Walking by. ...

Wish it could be,

This clear.

Hazy stones often beckon. ...

Bricks resting side by side.

Placed with love,

Under winter’s grey skies. ...

You look juicy.

“I am.”

Can I taste you? ...

You grew next to me.

Now you lay there.

Thank you. ...

I know you’re closed.

Day and night.

But I’ll wait. ...

Red invigorates,

White soothes.

And together, ...

Discolored.

Tattered.

Carrying cobwebs, ...

Surrounded.

By the old.

So many. ...

You’re out there.

Somewhere.

In your world. ...