christmas comes early
and i get a gift.
after a week, its shine still glows
in the pocket of my mind.
but like any greedy child,
my desire grows.
and now i want my gift and more,
some cake and eat it, too.
to smile inwardly,
to know all these secret pleasures,
i’m vindicated in the fullest of ways,
and yet still, tediously, not in others.
and all these sweet, personal treats,
i’d drop them in a heartbeat,
perhaps to reverse it all.
no.
no, i won’t. but at least, my fantasies do.
littlestorms 