We exchange phrases in the dark Like playmates turned confidants That needed a necessary spark To release a subtle vulnerability
While my own heart goes crazy with this longing, festering desire Unsightly circumstances that are shallow and pedantic Helpless to the careful method In which your soft voice enraptures me
If I paid attention Suspended my voice of reason I'd end up searching for a branch to connect us that bears no fruit For attraction is aloof And ever fleeting
And it's been years since we met With nothing in between No lover's dreams connecting us All that comes from me on impulse Is lust As you lay enveloped in young covers And I in forgotten rust
I lay here on my cowardly spine Tracing lines through memories Attempting to control the feelings overwhelming me I'm Lovecraft's outsider Who fell off the face of the earth once looking upon his reflection My clever deception that forever keeps me second guessing
Here comes another confession As we lay discussing seemingly ethereal dreams You tell me surreptitiously About your hatred for concession stands And breach this tension That broke my mind's sinful schemes
You're such a good friend Lying in bed and taking the time To engage in a real discussion All the while I'm fighting to control how my face is blushing
I'm definitely attracted but I wouldn't hold that sentiment So I sit with a preventative Dose of rationale designed to corral all these untethered caprices
It's like a fascist demands to make a statement While a whimsical, dying romantic sates himself in a debate I don't ever ask questions to get the answers I'm looking for When all it takes is a turn of phrase Or an upturned twitch in cheek Which leaks so much more than mere words can say
I appreciate you for the jovial tune your voice gives away It brings me forward from self-deprecation and the drama Towards honesty
I value your pleasant enthusiasm while the lights are off That dissipates my impure thoughts It puts me in a righteous place Until the break of dawn when we can see our faces And once again adorn our individual reliefs
You've confided in me more than what others get to see Life has been rough and even though I'm lingering Longing for your touch Your careful words mean so much And truly I think it's enough
After re-editing, this poem describes the small pleasures that I can take from a heart to heart conversation about anything or nothing at all. "Everyone's filling me.up with noise, and I don't know what they're talking about. You see all I need is a whisper... In a world that only shouts."