Offerings

I can offer you a cup of tea
First thing in the morning
Or whenever you’re inclined
Milk, no sugar, I seem to recall
I should probably remember

I can offer you some pretty words
Fragments of truth
And half thought-out poems
I can gift wrap selfish thoughts
And send them to you as compliments

I can offer you an idea of love
Made from scraps of felt and velvet
And clips from black and white movies
Kiss you in the pouring rain at midnight
And wait for the credits to roll

But there is nothing I could offer you
If you were mine
That I have not already given

I can offer you a cup or tea
First thing in the morning