unlit matches

daisies, forget-me-nots and lilies

forgive me
for stalking
your garden of
words

and keeping
the loose petals,
fallen acorns
and dandelion fluff.

i have no garden
to take care of

and yours appears
exquisite, inviting.

i've visited once, twice,
a thousand times,
do you spot me
amongst the thorns?

when you realise,
will a gate
block me

from perusing
those well planted,
dainty sentences?

maybe the scent
of your voice
will be locked up too.