i.
Galas and garden parties, but never masquerades.
Anonymity obscures identity, self absent by half,
and I must know you, by sight, by touch, my hand
here on your arm, the same as always, the shadow
which you cast.
ii.
Borrowed gardens with manicured lawns, trellised
paths, greenery which never runs wild, excepting
the wisteria who's laid claim to a whole corner.
She used to have a name. Now, we reminisce about
her better half.
iii.
Warm water: for shamelessness, for recklessness,
for remembering it's alright to hope.
iv.
Poetry, always.
Always.