Curiously Wondering
What is to be
What will become of my world
My life
In the years to come
To be.
Will I grow old
Hair turned white
Or
Just go to sleep
Forever
One night?
Questions asked
Answers
I don’t know
Time is the only one
That
Really knows.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
Questions asked
answers came
not
the ones expected
but
ones needed
all
the same.
In the light
of
tomorrow
the
focus will be
on
changing
quandaries
to
answers
so
no questions
will remain.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2020
Will you be my lover
Will you be
Will passion come between us
Will it be, will it be?
No mouth desires you
As much as mine
No arms hunger more
For ours to enfold, intwine
Will it be, will it be?
Questions asked
Answers yet to be told
Will you be my lover
Will it be, will it be?
I need to know.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2020
Let me know your answer
Way before the question’s asked
Know the infinite
Hasn’t questioned, hasn’t asked
For she already knows
She has made it come to pass.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2020
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