Vulnerability.

Stashed away,

Like an old toy in the attic —

A forgotten classic;

An all-time favourite.

We learnt life without it,

When life got in the way.

It’s time for a shift!

They got into the attic,

Found this dusty toy,

Unrecognisable from it once was —

An embarrassing reality,

Yet a precious memory.

Cake.

Candles lighted,

Before us a creamy buttery slice.

In the sepia and dim,

Light was brightest in your eyes.

In all snow and white,

You brought flaring summer.

Two heart popsicles,

Melting into sweet pink mush.

Anxious.

Tippety tap, tippety tap

Footsteps hurrying.

Tippety tap, tippety tap

Raindrops fighting.

Tippety tap, tippety tap

Fingers stimming.

Tippety tap, tippety tap

Her heart thudding.

Whir.

Counting each time

You made my heart race,

Like needles on the sewing machine,

Thumping in and out.

Fast and slow

Then turning the edges,

Whirring along the outline of us

Slightly hurting yet seals us complete.

Pain.

Is it greater pain,

To have found true love and lost

Or to never have found before?

Impudence.

Face,

I wouldn’t forget

Tenderness,

I’ll give to beget.

Battle of the wits,

We’re two wholly misfits

Others could jeer,

But I’ll stay with you here.

Hunger.

He should’ve known better.

That hunger

Was not an unsatisfied desire;

But rather

A temptation of an emotional encounter.

Baked.

200g of comfort;

3 tablespoons of coincidences;

500ml of laughter;

Whisk until smooth.

Line union tray with empathy,

Pour in happiness mixture.

Pre-heat oven with self awareness,

Bake at 190 degrees celcius.

Observe when sincerity rises,

And romance turns golden brown,

Remove with understanding mittens.

Leave to cool with personal space.

Add a dash of luck

And sprinkles of shimmery joy.

Slice for 2,

Serve warm.

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