Across a table
Just a three by four --Separated by
a universe and more
of rules, ideologies, distances,
vows and interstellar space,
untraversable, perhaps,
despite your amazing grace.
Yet each time our eyes met
my heart skipped a beat --
So near and yet so infinitely far
across barriers too unbreachable to meet.
"Forty eight, and my life still a mess,"
you said with a quick smile;
Gut wrenched, heart stopped,
stark darkness enveloped for a while.
They say, love is blindness,
And yet I see with crystal clarity:
What I may come to mean to you
What you have always meant to me.
I have often dreamt impossible dreams
Some I have made come true;
But this is a dream I am petrified to dream
dreading that it will hurt you.
And should these words break out of the undersea vault
Run free from their blackhole prison
And if your cold, steely heart should melt
For a lifetime or even if just for a season…
This is the story, then, that I would write for you --
Set in a place that has to be believed to be seen
Where desire, love, faith, lust, belief, untruth, madness, integrity, yearning, anger, anguish,
compassion, sadness --
Dissolve, disintegrate, and no longer demean.
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