If I gifted you a bridge in the height of Summer.... would you meet me underneath it?

I offer the sunsetting glimpse of opportunities unsung the bleached white marrow of uncertainty & all the Hungarian wine I have in the larder Oh, and me. I will wait for you under the glow of Szchenyi Hid and watch the circumlocution of traffic pass under the Buda Hills I will scribble the address on a postcard so if you want me, you know which door I lurk behind. -