afraid to touch.
what is it you feel and no guilty reasons
will lead you to this and his fragile
world leaks words he means in
handshakes and toasts
love is not proper interpretation of
what it is you feel (he feels) at half
passed midnight drowning insecurities
in one more round and he's sleeping
so close just a wall separates
a world of your own and he belongs
there you feel sometimes
when his voice reaches your ears
near enough to hear him
strange how he echoes and you'll
never be able to shake him
and he's awake and he's asleep
but you're always alive
though too afraid to reach out for his
hand, in fear he won't give it.

01/12/2003

Author's Note: written in jan 2002

Posted on 01/13/2003
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