Epigram ‘n Aphorism Samwiches

Burning Questions Unanswered

Burn For This? (Will I Ever Know?)

I’m trying to say something to you in a way you never quite thought of,
hopefully handsome, that you’ll appreciate, maybe, even dream a little
about me, the way my words might form when our eyes meet, might they
dilate and flesh heat. while we may never greet or extend a hand to the other,
more personally, warm a tender back; two limbs entwine sodden torsos,
finally arrive to perfect sunrise. roots firm grasp terra we soil together,
feeling true worth, before undeniable repose;
losing the sun to moonless nights, winter a dark year alone,
yearn vernal return, early — less a lion, longing like lambs.
with tender lips kiss a finally thawed, wet glass —
kiss window pane, escape somehow through a filmy thing,
when you couldn’t look out, needed words burst a hard land,
touch hope lingering soft, in blue hearts, burning again.

Will I ever know…if I did that?


4.9.22
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