Three Ring Tricks

Kind eyes, steady soul

Roanoke

Chiseled chin and fleeting glances,

sneeking a peek at the way things could be

if the fox didn't bite the hand that opened the trap

 

I've got to go 

Home 

The temperature's rising

Now we're getting too close again

And again, and again, and again

 

Long nights, deep talk

Stolen moments 

With reckless abandon I jump and talk, touch,

be with you

But is it trust or

Lust

 

Could it be it's not in my head?

It's not

Imagination

Heavy breathing, whispered promises

Will the glass hold or crack over the surface

Or shatter and end the dream

Dream

 

Reality stands

Dream fades

"I love you" stays

"I want you" pays prices near and far

Pain is subpar

 

when "I love you" means forever,

Not now, internal showers

but when giving, even unrequited

Both of us are

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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