Sweetest stages

The Journey

Sweetest when there are no expectations 

when you and I come from free will

when life is unplanned 

and love sprouts haphazardly

along the onion bushes 

grows sporadically

and clings on in the comic chaos

Clasps in the hugs to the hearts

Across the grid something remains unseen

the black, the lean and  the romances in between,

underestimated, untamed and unwilling

to confess, to behold and to own up to

shiny and strange relationship hangs on the web pages

sweeter than sucrose 

the journey there stands.