Between two pensive heads

We frame our conversations
on phrases friendly.
Not too suggestive, not too shallow — safe.

But unsatisfied with exchanges
pleasant in place of passionate,
I long to lose our lazy pace.

Instead, I imagine our heads
inching ever closer in intimate whispers
delivering words I dare not divulge.

Yet, my lips lay still
and my head stays straight.
Thus, our banter continues banal.

And though it bends around the danger,
the peril of potential hovers
in the hot air between two pensive heads.

3/15/11

When all was still

When all was still
the night
and the mind quiet

Flat on our backs
we’d gaze up
into the celestial riot

Down our throats
we poured
liquid fire

Out our mouths
flowed all
but our true desire

Come the day
the moonlight still
lingered in our eyes

In full sun
you denied
to her our ties.

6/1/09

Square peg, round hole

False words, too shallow, too high
layer awkward upon uncertain
and distract while they deceive.

Scattered thoughts, a mosaic of vulnerabilities,
reveal disjointed desires
that announce what would be silent.

Timid grin, too broad, too brittle,
pauses a tongue wagging on
and breaks a noisy quiet.

Deep sigh, a brace for further action,
fails to garner strength
so the scenes remain static.

Meet you in the middle

My head doubts I can meet you in the middle.
But somehow my feet keep moving.
A small voice cries don’t let it dwindle.
My thumping heart drums a warning.

My face tries to wear a crisp, casual look,
But still it colors with a blush.
My mouth tries to speak by the book.
Yet, from my lips soft words rush.

When it comes to you, all of me can’t agree.
Know my struggle I can’t hide.
Wonder how much of it you see.
Can you spot what’s inside?

Half hoping you don’t even try
Half hoping you sweep me away
Whole-heartedly I sigh.
Back and forth my thoughts sway.

And if we don’t get this started,
I fear my heart will turn to ice.
But I’ve been broken hearted,
And I won’t end up there twice.

Plan my actions like a player on a stage.
So my wayward wish is concealed.
Keep my weak heart in a strong cage.
Don’t want you to guess this is real.

Plot our course and our story out just so,
But you won’t stick to the script.
And I think you have to know:
I want you to make me slip.

When it comes to love, I play a steady part.
Too afraid to share something true.
Yet, in your eyes there is a spark.
Makes me want to quit my act for you.

Half hoping you won’t even try
Half hoping you sweep me away
Whole-heartedly I sigh.
Back and forth my thoughts sway.

And if we never get this started,
I fear my heart will turn to ice.
But I’ve been broken hearted,
And I won’t end up there twice.

5/6/10

What?

Astonishment stops the words building on my tongue.
This wasn’t a stop on the track when conversation begun.

We’re veering onto detours of expectations never expressed.
Maps have not been charted for these alien concepts.

My mind flashes back to buried words to unearth hints.
Forgive me if past journeys your words tint.

Never have you acknowledged any regard for me.
Now you want me to accept this path unquestioningly?

04/9/10