before lobby and lunch

[theresomewhere]

every day is connected with a kiss, it's the little sun where schedule and play orbit and spin.
i need not for jewelry, i dare not for askings, but deign me a quest, let my banner run high.

shyness is a tender horizon, my gaze lingers on the computer screen,
or follows a noise from whisper to echo...
i wish to interact but can i breathe the air of such excellence.

at the window there are so many dance partners
i let them lead, less stepping on toes
but i'm not allowed to wallflower
instead beanstalking up and up,

'til i crash into clouds
street address and apartment number please
i know you want it private
but they have to know
the half of the kingdom trying to reach their crown

and even away for brief reprieves
i can't escape the golden goose
each egg
rolls and pivots
a world i have to catch
secure, seal, and send on its way

i deal in treasures
everyone's igor
would you like a book of stamps with that?