Stepping out, now, again, not tomorrow though.
Sitting square, a little later, tonight, kissing a hope.
Feathery, weak in ribbons of tandem dreams.
Unshredded licks of soft attempts,
delicate pieces of strong armed enterprise,
towering pages of whispered entreaties,
all wait in que for their streak, their link.
Fix, arrange to please,
you know whats been placed in your hand.
Now, how to spend it...