These past couple of weeks
I have let words form in
my head
every night.
And then I let them slip away forever,
like a feather
flying from the sky
into the deepest lake
I have ever known
down in the mush with
the leeches.
We are toeing a fine line,
I know.
But don't pull away.
Bring your pain,
your fear,
your care,
your stories,
and even your tears.
Love comes later,
if it ever comes
at all.
But I am not concerned with that,
now.
When I look at you I see a
mirror of my own sadness.
And yet I'm not scared.
I feel seen and normal and
respected in a way
I thought
was lost to me
forever.
So I will say it:
embrace me,
kiss me,
touch me,
and don't be nervous,
I'm not falling for you.
It's not just that I want you,
but friend,
I need you.
I know you joke,
but it's okay,
if you need me
too.
