for good measure

you remembered who i am, didn’t you?

not just an object of exploration,

but a reality with ties.

life loves to deliver us reminders.

notes dropped in a hat box full of possibilities.

all those hats just keep hiding, quietly.  patiently.

you don’t know the potential do you?

i’ll still wait for you to crack the flood line open full of distilled pleasures.

love likes to disappoint you over and over and once more for good measure.

glove compartment full of desire.

the feeling still lingering between my thighs.

one day i’ll bloom the case.