POETRY

The Evolution of Love

from CRAVE: Hidden Pleasures

Photo by James Bold on Unsplash

I’ve plucked every petal from the rose bush
So I could lay them across the floor in wait
For your soft feet to elegantly stride atop them
As you move ever closer to our fate.

It feels this night I’ve waited and yearned for
Longer than a century it’s surely been
And time eludes me, I cannot pause it
But I beg for it again and again and again.

My arms…