i know-
you won’t join me
beneath the moon
to taste ferments
from crystalline glass
nesting on satin
though you
have that longing
wedge within-
embering to a glow
warming winter cold
to degree of comfortability
yet doubts drape
with gentle feathery clouds passing,
sprouting buds concealed
too young to foresee
blooms on mistletoe
but i’m most hopeful... enough
that i could... i could laugh
Manonton Dalan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-could-laugh/
