We lie so close in frozen time,
our hands eagerly, silkenly twine
and your heart beats soundly by mine.
In this perfect moment, it's alright;
we smile carelessly in the sweet twilight,
and I belong to you for just tonight.
Your breath comes fast- a tender song!-
and I want to stay my whole life long
for what I live, comparatively, is wrong.
And it's the part of me
with eyes wide shut
can only see
your confused-yet-delighted face
exploring a once mystery.
Your body perfectly aligned
with sheets and scents of desire,
perfectly fitting to mine, though
far more smooth and undamaged.
At ease, we play with the delicacy
of a romance that should never have been
between a used-up, aging waif
and a silver-tounged, youthful gent.
Later, you looked so alone
with beer for comfort for a guilty
heart, welling up and stumbling to
hold onto anything feigning reality.
You leaned on me and apologized
for needing to drown out desire and fear alike.
And, sleeping, you've never looked so
unimaginable; so ethereal; so at peace.
I fall short as human nature
(doomed to err!) so dictates--
I am full of surprises and
catch-twenty-twos, limited understanding,
and unmatched longing,
never more than when the
deep night etches something-
Lust? Love? A quest for Compassion?-
in your eyes and along your jawline
like a warning flag.
Could you blame me for crying cold,
black tears when the truth
finally reared an ugly face?

Could you be happy with a moment's glace,
one full of heartache and loss
and distance and covertness....
for all the time this could last?