The Hug

I saw you today,and it had been awhile,longer than I can remember.Nothing had changed,noticeably.That crooked smile,the head trimmed perfectly into a perpetual 5 o'clock shadow,that odd way you speak with a barely noticeable under use of the tongue,the way you innocently stand too close for comfort when in conversation.

And that smile...so full of life and lacking of intention or agenda.Natural.The way you talk as if there is no-one else in the room but who you are talking to.How painfully tired and impossibly lovely you looked today.

We've known each other long,but never as well as we should.Our history that was always a given.How we always try and make up for lost time and absence through our fast and devoted discussions where we block everyone around us out...despite their constant insistence at being let in.

Today we held twice and I was thankful for both.The last one I felt held for too long,and not nearly long enough.I long to do so again,and know it will be so long that I will have forgotten the last.And rightfully so.
In that moment you held me,and held me.And every dream I ever had came to life,while ending simultaneously.

A Sorta Fairytale

To play it safe while tempting unknown dangers
always,at the end of the day
finding that comfort only amongst the arms of strangers.

An aching heart with more rooms than a mansion
furnishing with experience before it's out of date
every many single moment with a sense of passion.
A hidden agenda before my time grows too late.

I find,though briefly,a home in your caress.
My distress suddenly forgotten,if only for that moment
or if lucky,for a few.

Making pretend for real,that each moment will last
and in the tangled clinging I feel,this time might be my always.
My evermore
My future history's past.

Try

Never one to give up,I would never let you,or you or me
The few choices left to us,all lead to moving forward
A constant of progression and evolution

Until devolution,and nearing ever more closer to nigh
Life only allows for a finite number of chances,
those sideways glances filled with promises,still unspoken.

Ever broken and on the mend
we tend and intend and push forward with will.
It's reality's bitter pill that always reminds us
in the end of what is ours,and what is not.

Maybe,I was wrong

The Eagle

When I sleep there is silence,and through sleeps survival I am reborn.Yet,it is in daydreams I am thus created.I chase those dreams in my small yet forceful ways.Always,with both feet firmly on solid ground.

"Good morning my shackled vagabond,how well slept in you look" he says before leaning over to kiss my sleep filled eyes.
I push him away forcefully feigning the morning grumps..."I slept ok,don't do that when my eyes are full of shit"

I rarely dream while I sleep,those horrors of the subconscious rival that of the real world.A world I exist in only to escape often,to the one I've created for myself.

"Oh please,I'm so used to that damn crust.Besides,I was only hoping you had good dreams,of me preferably" ~annoying smile~
"Don't be an ass,I've known you what,all of 2 weeks?Hardly enough time for you to earn a place in my nocturnal,umm,emissions?" I laugh as I lay my arm over my head.
~That fake angry stare~"ok then,asshole!What did you dream about?"

I dreamed I was an eagle,broad of wing and equal in measure was my heart.I soared over you,and over this damned and cursed world.I flew with a passion that was free and unbidden,one that paled last nights frantic tangle on solid ground.

How wonderful it must be to fly.To have such freedom as being born with wings.To glide and give chase,to land where you choose..if at all.Following the currents with ease,while looking down at those you could swiftly devour.

"Hey!Come back to me here...you zoned,what's up?"~and now concern~
"Sorry" I said quickly."I'm here.What was that again?"
"Woah i got a sorry,you DO know how to say it"
"Fuck you!"...I do
"Well then,for the time being,could we just lay down together,and for awhile,act like we mean something more to each other?"

Love is also a dream sometimes,because that's the only place it exists for many of us,in our hearts and minds.In the space between the empty moments filled with time,moments spent...flying from one sky to the next.

I have wings,and they beat in time with my dreams.