Do you rideĀ 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 forĀ 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
