Do you ride or die
does your hand
hide your smile
do you fly the kite
or refuse to dance
when you are not with me

Are you at the window early
do you crave desert
is the duvet enough
do you long for glens and glades
Have I no reflection

Am I cup or utensil
eat from me
I would eat you
even though the apples
are poisoned

Are your scapula balmy wings

Are you nectar or naked
in a flute or frame
for some other saxman

Are you cello
when you are not with me.

– CZV

 

published on The Drabble HERE

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