// centurion

You keep me
On the edge of my seat;
Your touch
Is erotically innocent.
Your hugs –
I’m folded into your warm darkness;
You say nothing,
Yet your eyes say so much…
And those lips…
I wonder what it would be like
To kiss them?

// catalyst

Emotions snowballing from a few words
Carefully placed on the table cards dealt face up
And I wouldn’t change a thing even if I could
You are an Adonis cloaked in urban mundanity
A reluctant angel – where do you hide your wings
Sometimes it seems I can almost see them.
I thought I could touch for one brief moment
Hold a piece of your bright and shining light
But I’ve unexpectedly tipped the scales
Unbalanced the world you carefully created
Left you unsure and myself invalidated
I wish I could hold you and look you in the eye
Hear you tell me that it’s alright, that we still exist
Within the same space, that nothing’s changed –
I should have kept you as private obsession.