I have never feared
the silence of alone,
and I am not;
comforted now by,
the fast laughter of
children in the streets below,
the rhythmic hum of a
wild beasts' idle release,
as it tamely lays
within my thought;
A broken seal reveals
the birds beyond this proper cage;
and the fighting limbs,
searching for the heart of light
between the trees;
I am not alone.
I have hands
pressing my thighs at night;
I have a remainder
inside left to breathe,
till bodies cannot contain a mold;
I am not alone as
this condition crowds
around a boundless
sadness;
I am not alone;
till there is you;
and the fear lets free, and bounded birds are clearly seen,
as failing latches struggle to give and release. and
the sun.
the sun sighs for its last collide
and I am almost lost inside someone else's thought;
yet,
I am not alone,
as we press our eyes
against this page
and pretend that,
beyond this thought, that
I am not alone.

Why are we chained
so tightly to the bed
of our insecurities?

Don't go through the motions
another night.
Pick the lock.
Struggle as hard as you can
until you break free
and escape the lair of
your own personal insecurity.

Your manly scent
Infinite bliss
The special treatment
Undiscovered stares
Your "I am a gentleman" mode
Counting the patterns on your shirt
Unintended strolls in the corridor
Spending hours at the water tap
Guilty ignorance
Being young at heart
Hilarious awkwardness
The "what the heck did I just say?"
Uncontrollable blushing
These things are as many as there are drops in rain
Do not miss me yet
For it will rain
Once again.