Found

28 Feb 2001

I found you.
Strength so pure in muscled form
you wield with sweet gentleness
as you speak of Shakespeare and Whitman
and entice me into your hope.
Ah, and the poetry of your soul
pulls me toward you,
as the sensuality of your words
makes me forget reason.
Do I care that you have a wife
life partner
two wonderful boys?
Depends on which moment
you ask me.
Yet, given this opportunity
to be near you
with the intoxicating proximity
of your fire and intelligence,
I walk away.
I do right.
How utterly boring.
I am the one that breaks all the rules
yet
I walk away.
I know that I could test your resolve
see how far liquor and desire
will take me into your arms,
and push the limits
to obtain the intimacy my loneliness demands.
I know you will probably give in
rationalizing my touch
yet I don’t even try.
I found you,
yet I must walk away.


© 2001, Tara Tambolleo