possibilities and scenarios
coincide with your name,
freshly burned to my mind
like hot coals in a fire.
but telling you i want you
is like telling a bee to
resist the nectar, resist the flower.
resisting thoughts of you isn't so easy as 1, 2, 3 but talking to you is like learning my ABCs.
tiptoe through the tulips,
by the window of my harebrained thoughts;
they say the eyes are the windows to the soul but
my windows have never been more open than the blossoms in the orchard of my heart.
here's to a new year, a new me, a new way to say i want you