Dice

Bittersweet tears
Midsummer night dreams
Close the door
I want to capture this voice

Sexual tension
Nervous anticipation
The gardens have no walls
Breathe the air, and don’t say farewell

Roll the dice
Swear your love is for me
Toss the dice
Tell me you are mine

Beating hearts
Embittered lies
Pulsing in a moon blanched impasse
A gridlock of words unspoken

Unopen your clothes
I’ll follow you go
I’m tangled up in you
All over and under this

3 words. 8 letters. 3 syllables.
The utterance of the truth from our lips
Will start nothing
But end everything

Roll the dice
Swear your heart belongs to me
Toss the dice
Promise me you are mine.

I own you.
You belong to me.
Mine.