Wishes of your yore….. 

You never know

how wishes of your yores

wish to come back……

to the fore to score

for you again.

Those highs of life

by marrying your still

young thoughts…..

bringing back all delights

of sorts…….

Of course…….mental marriage

can happen at any age….

only ingredient required

is mirth filled edge……

which provides propulsion

to that holy proposition………..

Don’t you, dear Diva, think

alike to hike the height of

the engagingly embedded

ethereal eternity…….

You won’t have to engage yourself

at all – only your enticingly

cohesive…charming pair of sight

is enough for the kenner…..

in the penner….can wade…..

through any turmoil……

and can bring to a reboil…….

all thoughts of your “yore”.

What more…….

can be assessed or

may be accessed……

from life’s lost metamorphosis?

One day…some day, if and when

time will ripen……

your all “know” pregnant ken

would again desire….

the forever emitted fire………

of the expressed love

and implicit “ire”

of him……He who puts pen/pain

to paper…..for whom???

He may not wish to reveal

just not to kill the mirth….

for all the jottings are worth

your seal of lips……..

your kiss- they miss….

who are his words…….

waiting in the wings

for “their” soul/sole refuge

…………”you” the muse.