In Your Court
I wonder if you will pick up the hints I left for you
I think about leaning forward and whispering in your
direction
I already have stirred the pot hoping you wouldn’t let
things settle
But I have a feeling you will
I am not going to chant breathing in burning cinnamon
Just to make you closer than you are
And I’m not going to move you up on my wish list
But that does not mean I’m not interested, just not going to
chase you down
My invite to you is now open
Your next move or lack thereof will let me know