Hopeless

08.16.98

Throaty whispers of secrets
wicked sensuous dreams
pencilled erotica
and our trembling care.


Entrusted vulnerability
shared hope
museum walks
and fevered arts.


We woke from dreaming
to find ourselves dreamt
in one another's eyes.


We held tight to passion's denial,
seeking to find what we already knew;
our artist's souls caring too much
and our poet's hearts bleeding.


Were you the one I sought
through miles of heartbreak
and years of mistaken love
as I tumbled through learning
and grasped innocense with both hands?


Is it your fault now
that I tremble in yearning
for finding the soulmate I disclaim
and the knowledge that you might be
my future?


Shall you wipe the smudged ink
from my careless hands
as I wipe smeared paint
from your fervent brow
and
with laughter tumbling from our lips
call ourselves hopeless?