Turning Tides
She glances over and half-smiles
and I smile back
and my heart swells and my body shakes
and my thoughts tell me to
kiss
her
But I don’t
because here we don’t do that
don’t express that
don’t encourage that
here we don’t
let love be love
She comes right in
without knocking
and I’m sitting so awkwardly
and my face turns red
and it’s not the sun
she is the sun
And I am the moon
and we fit but
are always on opposite sides
and we can’t cross
because she is life
and I am sleep.
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