It's easier to talk of things
Than it is to hold these promises
Honest, to the letter--action
Or inaction, lifted beyond the usual reserve.
These ways are risks, willing as ever,
Trusted more so than ever I would have thought.
I wonder, if I have ever said 'thank you' enough,
Or in a manner worthy of this honor.
Friendship lends itself to these days, uneasy,
But that cannot be helped, only hindered I believe,
Sometimes, by my youth--but I am
Older than you might think, if you would
Look beyond this skin that holds me, captive.
I know that I try too hard, and ask too much,
But beyond the past misconceptions,
You have been willing to succumb
To all that I have almost asked you,
I never needed words to be spoken,
And there were things told in a moment
That you just knew, but never could hear.
And yet one touch lead to another,
With a green-eyed hunger glowing red
In the shadows we created, pulsating
To a undeniable, rising feeling--
And then you slowed your rhythm,
And I didn't understand the antithesis
Of creation was chaos, and the balance
Between us had tipped too greatly,
Because you wanted what you felt
You could not have.
So here we are, apart, together,
Remaining in a moment that shares a rift
With time, both not understanding,
Not looking away--not able too.
Friendship is a compromise, a willing hand
That I will take, gripping that rose for the thorns,
Though I cannot swallow the blood
That is both cure and poison.
Here we are, friends in guise, eyes catching
Glimpses of love that is not quiet, but refuses
To be said--for the moment, anyway.
Sometimes it easier not to speak of things,
But I feel the blessing stay, even though
It appears reversed, for the time being,
And I see it all so clearly, the kiss that changes
Everything, that cannot be done or undone,
Avoided or met with, it simply is--
A star that waits in an untouchable moment,
And the old existences will fall away like twilight,
So that you and I can finally just be.


Than it is to hold these promises
Honest, to the letter--action
Or inaction, lifted beyond the usual reserve.
These ways are risks, willing as ever,
Trusted more so than ever I would have thought.
I wonder, if I have ever said 'thank you' enough,
Or in a manner worthy of this honor.
Friendship lends itself to these days, uneasy,
But that cannot be helped, only hindered I believe,
Sometimes, by my youth--but I am
Older than you might think, if you would
Look beyond this skin that holds me, captive.
I know that I try too hard, and ask too much,
But beyond the past misconceptions,
You have been willing to succumb
To all that I have almost asked you,
I never needed words to be spoken,
And there were things told in a moment
That you just knew, but never could hear.
And yet one touch lead to another,
With a green-eyed hunger glowing red
In the shadows we created, pulsating
To a undeniable, rising feeling--
And then you slowed your rhythm,
And I didn't understand the antithesis
Of creation was chaos, and the balance
Between us had tipped too greatly,
Because you wanted what you felt
You could not have.
So here we are, apart, together,
Remaining in a moment that shares a rift
With time, both not understanding,
Not looking away--not able too.
Friendship is a compromise, a willing hand
That I will take, gripping that rose for the thorns,
Though I cannot swallow the blood
That is both cure and poison.
Here we are, friends in guise, eyes catching
Glimpses of love that is not quiet, but refuses
To be said--for the moment, anyway.
Sometimes it easier not to speak of things,
But I feel the blessing stay, even though
It appears reversed, for the time being,
And I see it all so clearly, the kiss that changes
Everything, that cannot be done or undone,
Avoided or met with, it simply is--
A star that waits in an untouchable moment,
And the old existences will fall away like twilight,
So that you and I can finally just be.




