Tomorrow’s dreams are not promised today

We will sit on the edge of playful tales

To clasp onto the desires of fate

We will weave baskets with the love we played

We dig deep searching for hidden water

Let the wells swell with the life we have found

Hoping the hours will not falter

Contaminated in bliss hopes of happiness bound


He black chocolate, his hair move like waves

Lips like rose petals swaying in the breeze

Hit my line/ he talk/ smooth to me

Standing at 6’3/ he southern/ I like the south

We are starry eyed/ 30 somethings/ hoping for forever

Who knows if we’ll end up together/ feelings change like the weather


Love always, Esha