Cassady

Look into the peephole and tell me what you see?

A seed has been planted and it’s waiting patiently.

Blossom… come to fruition.

A simple taste satisfies the temptation.

The door is locked,

Pacing back and forth,

Waiting for your next fix.

Look into the peephole and tell me what you see?

Passionfruit,

Fine wine & Grapes.

Which temptation will quench your palate?

Searching for a rare variation.

The finest of sorts…

Going back and forth,

Like children on a seesaw.

Look into the peephole and tell me what you see?

A future where there’s a sense of intimacy.

To hold,

To hug,

To kiss,

To laugh,

To embrace emphatically.

Empty promises,

Loss in thought.

Like a person daydreaming on an empty train.

Piercing eyes visualize the precipitation,

Cold… cold like the foggy window.

Yearning warmth,

Desiring time,

Emphasizing a moment to be shared infinitely…

Look into the peephole…

Open the door…

To embrace,

To touch,

To love…

The Train has come to a halt,

They’re calling for the last stop.

As the doors open,

Eyes close shut.

Contemplating…

What if’s…

What was…

-Neseknows

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