Too old to be your Brother,
  too young to be your Dad

These private moments that we share
  our limbo iron clad

You wrap your eyes around me,
  I’m spellbound in your gaze

The years between us melt away
  and drift off in the haze

Too old to be your lover
  yet young with thoughts aglow

Your breath like silk, your touch on fire
  —my heart not free to go

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)