porthole

vision narrows

blinds on

if only i could see the one.

there is never one, always two that i long to see

nay

search for.

one remains fruitless

one a mystery, but there.

if i speak in riddles do you know

of what i say?

do you hear these words of eyes and see the thoughts i think?

if i never stop pestering

walking

and reaching

will you have more mercy?

there can never be more than you.

one is enough. 

always.

day one

you promised me the muffin

i really wanted it, but tried not to show.

if i hold back, you can be objective, and my feelings won't cloud your decision.

but i want to taste that muffin.  so bad i can feel the first moist top on my lip already

hoping i will choose butter over margarine.  the good stuff, the best.

you promised.  will you take it back now?  when i have waited and not begged and been 

patient?

will you?

what?

a muffin for me?

i have no idea what to do, what to say.  thank you for your promise.