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How Do You?
while attempting to disengage
time, distance, space
and the duration of life contradictions?
It’s not like you can easily say,
“come to me babe, let me hold
your hand,
walk with me barefoot
on springtime sand.”
She may not understand
you just want to be with her,
share and experience
a mutual perspective
filled with a reflective
pursuit of a world made real
with human social association
and collective adventures
for the common good.
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But words get tangled
on my tongue
unable to realize how to escape
into the air
and change forever the silence
of my silly stare.
Perhaps it is realizing these contradictions
are real;
that you don’t play with time,
distance,
space
and the duration of life
on a wishful urge of fantasy
too often due to loneliness
and middle life.
Perhaps too, it is only fear.
Rejection?
Past failure?
Even success?!
All these clichés swirl in my head.
No answers
just silly stupidity
and I can’t get your face
from following me where ever I go.
I see your wicked smile,
slightly up-turned lips.
They pound my mind with,
“taste me, please!”
And I would be lost
phasing in and out of time,
each phase a different shade of
the blue in your gleaming eyes.
Lost in the way my hands
would surround
the small of your back,
pressing you closer to me.
Lost in the feel of parted lips
and warm breath on my face
from your sighing smile.
****
But enough!
I can’t be in love with you.
How do you soothe a heart
with no answers,
a frozen tongue,
yet lost in hopes and desires?
Maybe you will let me know?!
A Mutual Perspective
The reply may or may not be the one you hope for. Waiting sometimes becomes the thing itself, an act to fill voids. I have so many things to wait for and not enough time to get the answers. Not very patient, I usually chuck it and go on to the next thing always about to happen - Lady A (not entirely missing the point).