PROTOTYPES

I have desired to reach
The surface of your texture
And percolate the layers
Of your oniony defence mechanism

Seeping through gently
I wish to make discoveries
Of you undiscovered flaws
That are bizarre unlike societal prototypes

Romance is a constant
For apple tree shade seekers
My poesy comes in waves
And though not always, it will sweep you

Reverence is a seldom’s affair
I’d rather draw you closer
To a reality for communication
Where you and I could at least be truthful liars

There is no rush, my love
A little more night remains
To build a little more dream
Before our jitters rupture into the day’s wake

-K.G.