Thought bubbles escape like champagne-scented daydreams
If not caught firmly but gently between loving fingers,
Held knowingly by one who does not take captives but instead
Lures the unsuspecting into a state of pleasing acquiescence.
These are the words I spoke,
The promise I made to draw you in, heavily laced with unwitting expectation.
Why are you here?
What do you truly want from me?
I can offer nothing but bubbles and baubles and bubbly,
Precious and fleeting moments in time seared upon memory
Like a breathtaking sepia snapshot.
Why are you here?
What did you think I would give you?
In my understanding of the world, you are just like me
Simply because we are all much like one another.
I feel the delicate skin of a small wrist freeze as syllables form,
Suspended in time until the moment I grasp both,
Thought bubbles bottled carefully, one by one.
The things I enjoy the most are those I do not ever set free,
Although I have learned those I love stay of their own volition.
Why are you here?
What do you want from me?
YOU ARE READING
Baubles And Bubbly
Poetry* A Wattpad Featured Story* Thought bubbles escape like champagne-scented daydreams if not caught firmly but gently between loving fingers. A simple challenge for an aspiring poet and avid wisher upon stars: make the ephemeral something of tangibl...
