Hope

Someday, in some space

where bonds don't tie our wrists

tightly behind our backs

exists a world of possibilities

of reaching out and seeking warmth,

something this existence lacks.

In a state of dreaming an impossible dream

of possible impossibility

even if your steely heart melts or cracks

and love, longing, lust, lay dammed

from mind, heart, body, soul and space

life's meaning lies obscured and logic attacks -

but floating gently on sweet memories

of skin on skin, lips on lips, whispered names,

hope slips in through infinitesimal cracks

that someday, in some way, reaching out

giving, accepting, holding close and lying near --

We will find what our world now lacks.