I’ve seen it all before.
The dance of attraction.
I’ve laughed thousands
of times same reactions.
I noticed your smile is
now brighter than before
so as I think back on it;
I think I want to see more.
But I stop to also think,
where I find I can sew,
the softer side of me is
a place I hold so close.
What if I let my fancy
spill forth from inside?
If all goes to sordid hell
would my heart survive?
Revealing my soul is a
tender thing I would do
and I need some time to
in part think it through.
The result of expression,
as I age I’ve come to know,
rends me so different and
can lead to the unknown.
Do I want such adventure?
In my aged vessel today?
The answer is I don’t know
if passion could defeat decay.
The answers I do now see,
as I’ve had time to breathe,
that the best part of me I
do not know if it I believe.
Is real this amazing bliss,
consuming me I swallow,
filling in the hollow holes
from pain I used to know?
You render me different
than I’ve ever felt before
and I will say it definitely,
your smile I want it more.
Find me I do seek the peaks
amidst slowly drifting tides
where for love I’d travel to
reveal those things I’d hide.
I debate whether to pursue
what would be non-fiction
in the world I have learned
it’d be amdist sordid affliction.
