nothing
made me more wishful
thinking that you were
in this world.
a space full of lavender
and lemon -
a face full of softness
and sugar.
and i dreamt
of the day you bloomed,
gentle and sweet
into the coldness
of the world.
nothing made sense
until your
caressing hands
took mine -
slow, steady,
i don't know
if we're ready.
