Still, I'm in a hurry to
Get misplaced
To be squashed and stuffed into
Space defined by you
Restricted to tick one box
Out of a possible gazillion and two.
Virtual chains and padlocks
Drape around my neck like gangsta bling
Until I can't be seen
For the sheer brilliance
The dazzling brightness
Of your testimonial.
At your insistence
I exceed excess
And recede deeper in denial.
This is love -
All the love I can hope for now -
The concessions I trade for
The right to your arm and your time
Your eyes and your smiles
And maybe someday soon, your name:
The ultimate addition to my collection.
