The First Plunge
by LateNiteFantasy©
Sitting with this idea, as I pray it will hatch
I’ve hovered over the concept protectively
Now warming to the thought
It begins to take root
And slowly, it molds itself to
The interior of my mentality
For the first time
In the languorous stretch of my forever
Commitment has a face
Her features are yet unclear to me
But I can make out her form
She understands my idiosyncrasies
And assuages my unfounded fears
She knows all about my love affair with the pen
Not the slightest bit threatened
She knows this, I need
And encourages my indulgence
She doesn't concern herself with propriety,
Nor does she think me promiscuous
For hopping from thread to thread
She knows me as a free spirit that wears no reigns
So she keeps in her pocket
The 30 karat ring
One day maybe.....
But until then
She gifts me with flowers
That live for 5 days
