08-20 Petunia's Promise

I promise,
to have and to hold,
to wear white linens,
to go barefoot on the pier,
to open a gluten-free vegan shop that uses sugar (organic raw),
to not untie any more red balloons,
to not edit my words with asterisks,
to remember how the first wind of autumn feels holding your hand
to be a friend when I can be a lover, first,
to be a hugger when I want to be held, first,
to open my eyes, open my eyes, open my eyes,
to be a promise, in the moment, here, now,
which reminds me,

Do you want the strawberry?