Does your breath depend on mine the way
My breath cannot without your air?
In the silences do you sometimes wonder?
Is your truth hidden away?
Is tucked in every night with sheets of deceit so that not even I can see or glimpse it?
Bestow on me then, the courage to have faith
In the brave hearts of men and women
The ones we touched
Those that maybe touched us
Because true love they say; is always in the past
An echo of dark rooms
of candle-lit walls
melting like the wax to their wick
in the palms of your hands
for a second taken aback by the beauty in the masculine face
the tight grip
She said; I want you to love me
but don’t ask me to speak it
instead just listen to the sound of my breathing
She screams now when I doubt her
I can almost smell the scent of her hair
and I want to lover her
in the downpour of our mistakes and pretences
She says to me: I want nothing to come of this
in the morning she cuddles me
wraps my arms so tightly around her that I cannot picture them being around another
and I scream at her
I love you
I love you, you just haven’t found me yet