fireworks, fireworks.

i speak in we's and ours,

if only for imaginations sake.

but i won't bind you to me, 

unless there

in a secret meeting,

you draw me unto you

to stay.

i'd stay.

i don't do well with unknowing

distances and timelines

or anxious hearts flowing 

to and fro -

you and i.

i do much better with 

the simple confidence

of a red string tied around my finger,

a simple promise.

we. ours.

but i will make no promise,

tie no strings.

aside from a quiet yes

to answer to your questions of affection.

i speak of love, as if we've been inside that cavern together before.

i only know your eyes, earnest and gentle, and yearning for an explosion of life.

fireworks, fireworks,

i love the view.