The coyness which we wrap in verse
Has had its reward in lovely poetry
And turns of phrase and meter
Which have delighted the throngs

It is as if we have been playing
A duet of mandolins
For the lovelorn and those who wish they were

I have come to you with my heart on my sleeve
And my lips desiring nothing but to touch yours
On some lavender nights where the scent of jasmine
From your intimate shadows sets you on edge
And consequently, both of us aflame

And yes, I know the treasure of your tomorrows
Is not destined to be mine. The distance between
Our years is too great an Everest to climb,
Even for a romantic;
And yet, I seek the peak of your affections
Knowing my heart and yours, and knowing
How our souls together had no definition
Anyone could write who wasn’t us.

We woke the morning star too often
In the past not to claim its light as our own;
We welcomed the orange sun with our
Tongues dry and our brains exploded
With revelations and explanations
To mysteries which perplexed us
All night long as we pried open
The locks to two frozen hearts

I do not plead to hold you, and yet I know
You seek that true embrace which would engage
Your senses as they’ve seldom been ‘til now

And it is true, love: there is danger in my arms;
But it is danger which, if not attempted
Will be yearned for when its remedy is beyond us


Anything else I say could be held against me
So I’d rather go silent now and hold you there instead.

01/06/2011

Posted on 01/06/2011
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