Te Amore

Wishes are not horses

Photo by Everton Vila on Unsplash

Horney dipped words
like a first orgasm
I wrote of you;
as real as every breath,
but clearer, surer.

Every corner, every truth,
huddles sprouted like weeds;
experiences and aspirations.
We were not birds of a feather,
but we flocked still.

But the winds decried,
like nature, this symphony;
birthing a ferocious storm
washing away chemistry.
“Hi” we still have; enough.

Let time nor reason beguile
with sweet whispers logic,
this feeling isn’t logic, it’s alive;
reaching ever for those days.
But wishes are not horses.

©2020 Ngang God'swill N.

Dedicated to Feddie.