Sometimes
we sense a mutual attraction but can’t be sure, past mistakes gathering like
vultures to pounce on the remains of yet another disappointment or worse.
Gay or straight, you know
the feeling…that this just might be the One, but self-confidence is shaky after taking so many knocks…
Well, what’s
the worst that can happen? He (or she) is not interested. It's hardly the end of the world...
Whatever, every stranger is a potential friend if not more, so...worth finding out, surely, and letting time and tide take its course?
Someone may not turn out to be the love of our lives, but the love of a good friend can never be overrated.
Whatever, every stranger is a potential friend if not more, so...worth finding out, surely, and letting time and tide take its course?
Someone may not turn out to be the love of our lives, but the love of a good friend can never be overrated.
PERFECT
STRANGERS
Shirt front
hung wide open, red hairs
on his
chest;
tongues
of fire, leaping out at me,
licking
at my nipples,
rekindling
desire, teasing this cold heart
with
dreams once cherished,
long
forsaken;
liquid
eyes spilling over, soaking my tee
like
spring rain,
letting a
body breathe again after years
of
choking on ashes,
living on
flashes of memory
I long to
take this stranger in my arms,
be close
to someone again,
yet dare
not even ask his name,
can but
look, my life
an open
book if he but cares to flick a page
or two,
sewn with paper thin threads
of flesh
and bone, sure to snap
should he
come any closer, neither of us
quite
ready to give word or sign
that
we’re peeping through the keyhole
of a door
to a heaven
that has
rarely welcomed us before
Lips parting,
tongues shyly peeping,
hearts
fairly leaping...
Copyright
R. N. Taber 2005; 2011
[Note:
revised from an earlier version that appears in 1st eds. of A Feeling for the Quickness of Time by
R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2004.]
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