You once asked me about my dreams.
I stood front and center,
Knocking on your heart.
Opportunity often knocks
This, I know.
But sometimes, I wonder
If you taste as good as you look.
Silly and full of love,
I slid my tongue into your heart,
Rolled tight, yet loose enough to grab hold.
When you find the time,
Know this
All of my dreams, all of my passions,
Are inside you.
Another opportunity, waiting to be found.
Fortune Cookies
Published inPoetry
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