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04.19.98

You said hello with a hug
and we went from there
to wine laughter and spirit hope.
I caught your soul peeking at mine
with eyes intense and uncertain
and hope was borne cautiously.
So, we kissed with fervent need
and denied that which we desired
while clinging to each breath.
Did I say it wrong?
I know I did, this question
all these answers I gave with my body and eyes,
for you see too much.
I know I am here without your welcome
now,
and I must wonder
if the hope was too clear
if the heart was too careless
if the joy was too apparent,
for you did not welcome me 
again.


But, I know how this story ends
for I have written the lines and enacted the plays 
a thousand kisses before,
each hope payment for something they needed
some joy that I could impart with body and lips
and you can be no different.
My bad boy, wild child,
you can be no different.


I know I am here, saddened 
by the lack of your welcome.