Poem: Flame of my Desire.

the aroma of recognition
fills the air
as you gracefully walk into the room
I glance up, mid conversation
to the gems of your sparkling dress
as my lenses contracts
recognizing the image of you.
“Oh, no”
says my mind
as my beating heart goes
“Oh, wow”
Forgetting what I was previously talking about
I become fully aware
of this imploding need
to make a quick decision
are we to hug?
briefly yet safely enjoy the fire
of holding each other close?
gosh, I might kiss your neck out of habit
your breasts pressed firmly against me,
sweet memory might make you sigh
too much, too soon.
The wise would say
“don’t dig up what you’re trying to bury.”
are we then to shake hands,
formally accept the end of what didn’t begin?
or simply wave as though we never meant anything to the other?
Our social group oblivious to our trysts and steamy nights
Since fate chooses to disagree with cupid
I consider it best to simply look away.
Look away from the flame of my desire
You and I have been amicably silent.
Why engage what you can’t repair?
I think is what you think of us
Why ask to repair what the other broke?
I think you think I think of us
all the while the other thinks the other is the other
destined, we run the race of hurt before you hurt
they say ignored emotions become forgotten feelings
while we might seem experts at ignoring,
the memories of our sweet evenings,
laughter and rumblings
couldn’t stand the injustice of forgetting.
We stay apart, when we are apart.
Yet inseparable when we come together
“I’ll be up, text when oyw.”
How human of us to fight
with all our might, we tear apart
and never acknowledge this —
chemistry we fear is too strong to last
more importantly,
we fear is too good to be real.
the fear of pain is pain.
The pain of fear is pain.
incredibly sensitive to pain, simply, we fear.
The heartbroken would say
“It’s best to bury that which might break down your walls.”
So dig with me,
let’s bury this.
And go hurt in our separate ways.