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Just For a Moment

Maybe I’m a bit too foolish As I lay here, stretched like a canopy Next to you and your ripened mouth Your soft face, a gentle benediction It’s something I only imagined before today If you were to look at me You’d see me blinking hard and often My eyes surprised, each time to see your face, that object of a dream That single goal I was sure to fail That single fire in my heart That was simply meant to die To be put to rest, to be forgotten And even when I trace my fingers Along the grooves of your healthy hands I’m lost, I just can’t believe it I wonder if I’ve been deceived But yes, you’re here. And no, it’s not a dream And all my assurances crash like a tsunami In my formerly vacant heart I am amazed and I am taken And at least for the moment You’re my robe to wear I have you and you have me Just for this fleeting day And even that’s ok Maybe you will be that prodigal son Sure to have his homecoming When you notice how I delve into you How I chase you, how deep I run for you Decorating myself with the color of your heart Chasing your passions like my own Keeping your image close at hand Or maybe you won’t be that man Because night may be faithful to fall To push me down the stairs Of my great hope for you For the completion of all that I wished so badly to have A year ago, but now as well Maybe I’ll have to accept it a thousand times over That you are a bird, and I am only another tree Forever outstretched to catch you, to be a place where you could rest where you could build a happy home Even if just for a moment Maybe I’m a bit too foolish Maybe I prefer to be discontented But for the moment And all moments to come, I prefer you.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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