Two Beings - Strange Hesitations, 2016

Two beings reaching for each other under cover of the night

Two secrets speaking silence ever undiscovered by the light

The hands that only meant to reach for an embrace

Touch the tender place

And pressing in the ever-present thorn

A flood of love unuttered gathering inside

Spilling from their eyes

And falling down, the salt into the sore

It stings but we keep coming back for more

Two beings seeking shelter shield each other from the bitter wind

Two hearts disguise the hurt behind a mask, a plastic half-assed grin

A mind that only winds up managing to clutch

To love just like a crutch

To keep the daisies propped up on the porch

Just a stepping stone upon our weary way

A game we like to play

A drug to blunt the double-edged sword

It kills but we keep coming back for

More love, more time

One more chance, one more try

To pick the broken pieces from the floor

They spell out, hey now, who could ask for more

Two beings long for freedom from the grip of conscience grumbling

Two dreams bent down like knees all bloodied from their constant stumbling