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

 

 

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