• If I were to sigh in relief
    It would sound out your name
    Like the wind that knocks on my window
    And speaks of gentle nights
    And a safe drive home.
    The pavement whispers promises
    To pardon me retribution and to
    Keep my travels swift.

    My brain tells me
    No, no, no
    But my heart keeps me awake
    Longing for the touch of a man
    At an unknown distance.
    A man with locked eyes,
    Keys broken and lost,
    And a heart in a language
    I never even knew existed.
    His soul is one of fire and passion
    Though no matter how close I get
    I am unknown to it’s warmth.

    His speech tells me one story
    Yet his body tells me another,
    But I do not know which to believe.
    I don’t know who lies;
    Who tells me what I want to hear.

    I know that when the morning is
    New born, eyes squinting
    And crying out for the warmth
    Of the moon’s womb,
    He looks at me as though I am all that matters,
    As though he does not look through me
    But into me, into the very soul I guard
    With my pride and my honor.
    He reads me unlike the untouched books on his shelf,
    But with ease as though he were watching me
    On a screen in his smoke soaked living room.
    He dismisses me and turns his back
    Before I can even tell myself that I
    Have had enough of his taste on my lips,
    Before I can open my eyes to see the sun
    Peeking at us, shaking her head in a way
    That can only suggest that she is chastising me
    For following in my own footsteps.
    I have no words to give her other than these,
    Other than the assurance that, no,
    He is not like those that walk down
    The unpaved roads of my past.
    He is unlike anyone the sun has caught me with,
    Hiding under the moon.