To one it might seem the only thing,
yet he wants more than simply that,
though the options are clear,
there are deep rooted feelings involved,
the sort of mysterious response
we might give to a curious friend
wondering about life in our reality.
In that span of time when a world
continues to rock its axis
so often is missed the opportunity
to embrace the true solace of company,
the enrichment of energy lovely,
the sort of quiet resonance of romance
found only in simple heart-ache.
Mine does feel the pain of not knowing,
though knowledge be the albatross,
it is the spiritual nature of her elegance,
I tread slowly in my fantasy to hide,
yet always if could my world enlist truth
without consequence would I share beauty,
if to make allowance my love is real.
We might very well play a game to outsiders
who want to question the sanctity of society,
though inside our secret shelter
we are so whole in our love to recognize.
Oh, to have the energy to withstand
such scrutiny as does separate woman and man,
when lost in the actualities of our reality.