If We Do

I can see him yet we’ve never met The thought of the greeting is bringing me to sweat I can hear him a voice on a phone line Should I continue to, or decline? We are miles away in different places With only a photo to put names to faces His dreams and aspirations he shares for now Should I try to forget this somehow? A responsible father a husband home alone Somewhere in a room concealed in the zone Trying to feed his humanity and family alike Pen to paper, pencils to sketch movement in a passion I can feel him and relate to his creativity Is it an addiction or just sexual curiosity? Two people lost in a web of life One with a husband the other with a wife Will they ever meet? And sip the wine of deceit The fear, the excitement of the possibilities Falling into the arms of discreet liabilities If we do