Are we a something, You and I?
Some days my heart is lulled
into hoping
YES - by
the laughter dancing
in your eyes,
the smile lighting
your face as you
swing wide the door.
You make love to me
sweet and true,
bodies connecting in
space carved by
mutual longing.
Are we a something, You and I?
Some days my hearts cracks
in two
a resounding - NO
declares a soul wary
from watching you
scramble back
into a fortress
of memories.
I still make love to you,
hungry and fierce,
loneliness a
justification to
both of us - I suppose.
Do I need a box checked to vindicate my love?
IN or OUT!
my heart screams
when I am strong,
thinking, either way, an answer
will finally set me free.
I’ll take anything I can get,
my soul begs,
on days crippled by grief,
you and your words
my only sun.
Are we a something, You and I? I continue to pose the question,
knowing all the while,
if I have to ask, I have
all the answer I need.
