Today I have some hope.
I hope it lasts
Past the careful tiredness of interaction,
To the investment you can hear in her voice
And feel in her form,

I hope that she hopes too,
But beyond a lustful desire,
Or lies I'll tell myself,

Though it feels refined,
Convex with experience,
It makes me giddy in anticipation,

The perfect balance between wanting
A tentative balance,
Or flowering anew.

Sometimes I forget
I can do this;
Memories last,
The emotions curate,
From depths of dashed
Hope, it feels invisible.

Sometimes I forget
The real level
Is unholily watching me above the clouds,
While I swim in a mild, synthetic sea.

I'll wait tentatively,
But not really;
I hope I don't.