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