I remember you...
something different
something warm and so familiar
I was safe
within your arms

again, the old reprise
soft to Les Mis
I can't make out the words,
or the way you stare with ease
into the fibres of my being
deciding what to do
and where to go from here
as they slowly
so slowly
unravel in your palm

revealled in secrecy
our oddities
we've switched and jumped
and danced again
when I thought I'd never know you
when you thought for sure you knew me
turns out, we're wrong again
(and again, and again...)

the way you looked today
a simple flush
and then your smile
you haunt with a most exquisite brand
of 'bittersweet'
I guess you were right all along
you pervade me


and I was torn
torn by your simple gestures
and then again by the reach of desire
a simple flame engulfing all my will
when my flagging better judgement
had suddenly abandoned me
and all I had to work with
was the notion that at one point
maybe
sometime
it existed.

So curious,
you're not the boy I used to know
a different style
a slightly deeper blue in your eyes
"I can't quite place it" I said last night
(more to myself than to you)

I kept remembering times
when you were what made me smile
when you were a light
an angel to me
The dimmness of your complexion
brought anew in looks
in glances once again
from back when you were perfect

you're not perfect.

We toy with one another
you and me
trying to discover each other's secrets
not blantantly
as we did before
but subtly and strategicly
tactfully as though it was forgotten
in the haste of all our past

A play
with words and smiles
you and me
rediscovering everything we shunned before
in an attempt to see just what we're looking at

but already the drone of a past-tense inner monologue
starting faintly in my brain
like this:

("So there I was
looking into his eyes
a glimmer
fade
and disappear
there's something new
and tragic
there")

And now
you'd think it'd be so simple
me and you
in a tiny room
with only a giant persistent Enigma between us
and the TV playing nonsense
in the backround.

10/12/2003

Author's Note: "When you think you know somebody"
They become the greatest muse.

Posted on 10/12/2003
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