People want what they can't have
The truth is there
When you have one
But crave the other
The passion is there
The lust the desire
Fuels me with fire
Confusion
Not wanting to hurt the other
But having
To look out for yourself first
People want what they want
And I want
I want
I want

Deep in sleep
Dreams take over my mind
Capturing my attention
A house collapsed
An angry father
Soothed by my words
and conversation
A bedroom alone with a son
A son expresses
Suppression and hurt
Ease the pain with a gentle embrace
The warmth of it fill my heart
My stomach
With butterflies
A long lasting deep embrace
I look up into pained eyes
Filled with a desire so bold
How can you hug me like this
And I do not deserve a kiss?
He reaches go my face
I back away ashamed
Thinking of another...
A dream of course
Distorted and mixed
Switches forward to future missed
Hand cups my face
Leaning in with love
In his eyes
The perfect passionate kiss
A kiss so divine and pure
My eye lids flutter
To morning light
I turn and try to get back
Returning for just a moment
And then awake again
I'm filed with eagerness
And dread as not to return
Wanting to go back
And nothing more

Jumbled together is chaos
Emotions flittering
Through the minds endless thoughts
Through the crevasses
Of the open mind
That seems so closed.
The old one is over
There are two new.
One who isn't claimable
The other
Who is open and free
From ropes bound around his neck.
Like me.
The obvious choice it would seem
The most difficult as well
How to choose
How to pick.
How can one decide such a thing
The other option
Being one and only for a while
Being mine and mine alone
Just having myself
It's not a necessity
Just a pleasure
A gift.
Choices of an unseen future.

Minutes from my heart captor’s home
Tall grasses rustle in light wind
A small lake moves swiftly
Cicada’s have long conversations
With each other.
Conversations to last the long summer.
Entwined hands on warm cotton.
Basket of strawberries,
Sandwiches and refreshments.
Under the oak
With branches that sway loosely.
Overhead the morning dove’s sing,
Watching from above.
Warm rays of sunlight
Reflecting on the water.
It is enough to be here with him.