A glimmer in sunlight. Forever(ness).
What should I know?
Opportunity, like some slow, distant wink on the horizon...
A fat black cat who sits on a mat
and a block of dark chocolate.
Apprehension. Waiting, but patiently? I cannot be still.
Luscious.
Inviting. Daring, but soft - like a bed of featherdown.
I know it will catch me should I fall.
I can taste it, tantalisingly close, but too far to touch.
You kill me, do you know it?
It winks, slowly. Once, twice.
It will not last forever, this chance.
So of what am I afraid?
