Instead of wondering
Perhaps, just perhaps, it would be better to come clean:
Me, you, all that pretending
Each of us living in this ‘between the lines’ canto
Judicious though we deem it to be it
Overlaps into our singular raw reality when we
Hold tight to each other in moments of transcendent tribulation
Don’t get me wrong
I’m not complaining
Please don’t change anything
For my sake (now that’s the truth)
Next time I get your text will be
Just when I’m thinking we’ve gone from the track for good
My heart will pound and my grey world will explode with colour
My soul will see with a clarity reserved especially for you
Faced with that – five cycles so far round the sun –
Sense on layered sense says, ‘if only the good die young, we’ll outlast everyone.’
dykiegirl 