Gioia

Stray touch
Lingers.
Friend and..?

A categorical crush.

Tug of war:
Fear and faith.
High stakes, both sides.

Yearn to be wanted
But do not care to want—

My detached attachment
Leaves vacancy for
A lonely lover.

I think outside my head.
Ideas too large to be
captured;
controlled;
created.

I am not
the Renaissance
I claim to be.

Between us lays
A desert of doubt with
One passage through.
A path paved with
Insecurity,
I am guided by
Mixed signals.

Block the world with
Beads of sound,
I cradle this creation.
A shield against silence -
Portable home,
No walls.

If every word is an ounce
With what weight should I speak?
A soliloquy to hold you down
Or a silence to set you free.

"I love you…"
What did you say?
What are you thinking?
Those words are unwelcome here.

The profanity of a modern age
Afraid of it’s own heart.
Pity the romantics – unrequited.
The ne…

Am I entitled to disappear?
Full of breath, short of feeling
The consequence of thought alone.

Sweet nothings in folded birds
Flying north for the Spring
The fragile paper courier
Losing wings and words

Survivors -
Not all I meant to say.

Pretense of a kiss hung on parted lips
As captured by the silence of sleep.
Lured by tepid breath on taut nerves
A whispered touch weighted with intention
He will never know.