would you
make me write
sixty poems?
would you
make me bite
back my tongue
and
admit my wrongs?
would you
keep me up
at night,
playing love songs?
would you
make me
dream of pastel castles?
of rebellious
afternoons?
of staircases and chandeliers
where we run around,
barefoot?
would you
hold my hand
when it gets cold?
would you
watch the night sky
with me
and count the stars
as we walk?
would you?
(can you, please?)
l.d.r.h.
