evening thoughts

you're not romantic
but i am
and right now
i'd sprinkle petals on my bed
inviting you
to leave day's misery
behind in your slippers
so that i may massage a gentle dream
inside your night

this my friend
is the 'i miss many things
about you poem'
but your mind twirls
and guilt is but a thought away
while you're but a thought apart
within me

i look at you and see
the sunset
golden and intense
like bush fire
beautiful and unpredictable
like many an intrigue
that captures me

you're not romantic
but i am
i'd love to lay in your arms
and love you
like i do inside my dreams
inside the conversations
we shared
when everything was safely
tucked away
like we all do before
reality becomes real

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paula obe