Another time

Another time, maybe I
Could try
To be closer to
You.
In another place,
Your face
Would make me smile
While
We could talk about
Whatever throughout
The long night
Hours. You and I might
Be more than just
Friends, but it must
Not be so now.
How
I long it could be
A different you and me,
Could be you and me,
But not now.

People Watching

People Watching

Faces at a distance,
Milling, rolling, twisting
Ever changing in my eyes.
Strangers who I see,
I talk with them each day,
But we all live our own lives
In our own worlds.
Our own words,
Our own songs
To pull us through each day.

Some conversing,
Some smiling,
Yet even fewer laughing,
Yet even more hiding.
Hiding themselves within their world,
As strangers,
As strangers we are safe.
Distant and unfeeling,
We smile and show sympathy,
But are relieved to do no more.
At a distance we remain
Faces, nothing more.
Another blur in an
Ever-changing myriad of color.

So Unexpected

So Unexpected

My lips touch hers,

Brushing at first, like leaves

In the wind.

I am unsure,

This was so sudden,

So unexpected.

Scrambling in the dark,

Unsteady,

I pull her in and hold her,

Tight, to regain my composure.

She holds me tighter still,

Thinking my unsteadiness assent.

I lose myself again,

Concentration flees

And her tide sweeps me

Away.

Breaking Mask

Breaking Mask

I am lies,

I am the pretend poet,

Who puts verses on a page

And calls them beautiful.

I am the faux artist

Who throws his pallet

At the canvas and Proclaims it a masterpiece.

I am deceit,

Afraid of my own face,

I cover it in layers of lies,

So you wont see me,

Take your chisel,

And break my mask off,

Take you hammer

To the pieces on the floor.

Your eyes full of tears

Are the mirror in which

I see the monster beneath the mask.