I read your stuff
And I felt as if
I was in the middle
of the street
Dead quiet
A single light
shone in my face
It shone through me
and displayed me for
all to see me
a rainbow
I keep thinking
about you and how
similar we are and
the connection we share
we fit like a
puzzle and get
along so well
"Male me".
I want to talk more
but I don't want
to push myself
on you, to make
it uncomfortable
I don't know how to
make this comfortable
from my end
I can't help
but worry
I'm going to royally mess this up and
then you won't want
to be my friend
and I'll feel so
terrible I'll
have to write
more poems
Forgive me.