He was there

He glared at me,
he was blazing with perfection
Yes he knows my quake for him,
his grace is an ocean
Long lashes,
Brown eyes, his lips like a baby
Nothing but his pure skin was all I could see
He was there,
I could see the dandruff on his hair
The honesty in his looks made me stare

Wide chest,
those long thick legs
His grace touched like Poe's 'Bells'
I couldn't define,
I couldn't wear a disguise
If he touched me,
He would feel my shake, no lies.
No love, no lust
The air said something else, something deep
How could my world go on
When this guy's presence made me weep...

The man I didn't see before
Where could he be?
In her arms,
Or all this time waiting for me?
Lucky those words,
Lucky that he wrote
If only I could read them
I'd turn them into a poem.
He was there,
Yes he was there
Leaving me numb,
Making me stare. :)

I stay the night being the woman I am.
Busting the days I live,
Searching a driblet of heed
I don't feel an ounce of pain
But the pleasure of talk is stout,
Intrepid than your love,
Audacious than your path.

I stay the night creating words,
Waiting for the sun to wake up again
Wanting your morning miss.
You flood your bed with water and sigh
I ask for something better
You deny.

I can't dream, I fancy ill
Wouldn't want to hurt your eyes,
Wouldn't cry.
I can annihilate my sleep,
if its the cause.
I can erase these letters,
if it's for us.


You accuse me, I do the same.
I accuse you, you take the blame.
Ask me if its love,
I cant answer
It's wrong we know,
But we won't surrender
Is there a way?
'No' is what you say.
Let's just wait for a better day.

This is a good piece on the petty pathology of many men and women living together. They, of course, could also be gay.