We start as strangers
Without a face.
We chat quite often.
Til we fall into place.
Sitting together.
Through all kinds of weather.
Two sleeves without an ace.
Our interests grow
With little provocation.
We find friendly ground
From across the nation.
Investing our time.
Without reason or rhyme.
Without hesitation.
How crazy to be me,
Sharing all that I am.
It's been done before.
And, it's been a sham.
I hope it will last.
Unlike the past,
Leaving me in a jam.
How crazy you are,
Pushing through every door.
Not a clue in your head
Of what is in store.
Pressing personal and fair.
Crossing bridge and double dare.
With a hunger for ever more.
We share wishful thoughts.
And, we toy with the notion.
We will travel the world.
Not stare at the ocean.
Flying side by side.
Us two will ride.
Two hearts in motion.
The date is set.
After much anticipation.
Our day will come.
When we hug in jubilation.
A nervous mess.
Excited at best.
Trembling with perspiration.
The moment comes
Not quite as we plan.
The plane arrives.
Meeting woman and man.
We sit on the couch.
Trying not to slouch.
Sharing all that we can.
And, then it happened...
When the moon showed its face,
Our hands did meet.
What was simple and friendly,
Became hardly discreet.
Hands became arms.
Legs, snaking charms.
Two souls joined heads to feet.
We didn't see it coming.
It was just a touch.
We've felt it all before.
And, yet, not so much.
It wasn't new.
And, yet, it grew
And became our crutch.
When faced with the truth,
We would not admit
That settling for less
Would leave us feeling like shit.
We were not ideal.
Our flaws were real.
The pieces didn't fit.
It didn't feel right
When we tried to part.
We thought of the clock.
Going back to the start.
But, it wouldn't work,
Giving up that perk.
'Left a fire in the heart.
Words became ugly
When confusion bit hard.
Our best and our worst
Caught us both off-guard.
We thought we knew
What we were up to
Til we played that "?" card.
And, so it continues,
Teetering day by day.
The balance beam wavers
Between passion and play.
We need to divide
Before we burn up inside.
Then, why do we stay?
We didn't see it coming.
It was just a touch.
We've felt it all before.
And, yet, not so much.
It wasn't new.
And, yet, it grew
And became our crutch.
[work in progress, poetry by brainstormer 10-21-08]
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