how mine are you?

soaking deep into this mid-summer melancholia
I submerge into reflection
toying with the question

you ASKED me
“how mine are you?”

dear…
everything’s so twisted
and stuffed
in this… modern way of life

do I belong to you?
or I belong to the hours and minutes
imprisoned in the colored rectangles of my calendar

now that is empty
would you claim and have me?
would you like to take a part of me?
from the parts you know
…any part you like

or you would TAKE what I won’t GIVE willingly

and what if
I am your’s completely…?
would you RECEIVE this invitation?

let me see
where your inner curiosity is taking you

or you would like to have me idling on the shelves
in standby
and industrious availability
nicely blending with the interior
something
that might come in handy
sometime

“how mine are you?”

would you crave what I’ll REFUSE you knowing
or having

DAYDREAMING of you is my way of being your’s
in extends that scare me…

so why do you ask me this?