Monday, May 08, 2006

Whispers

He whispered as he held her

This could get messy --
this thing between us.
We could lose everything
for a stolen moment.

Stolen from this empty world
that breaks everything
eventually. We will break
too, you know.

A cross word, a sideways glance,
a silence at the wrong instant.
I'll be cold, you'll be hot,
timing is everything and all
clocks wind down.

We shouldn't. It's not wise.
It's beyond stupid. We're
risking battered hearts.
We might not survive.

So we walk away now.
We forget. We go back.
We do the smart thing.
The smartest thing.

She whispered

I'm sure you're right
but if it's so,
why then am I
still in your arms?

He didn't reply
and held her close
as the moon sailed toward
the shores of morning.


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7 comments:

Michelle said...

*sigh*

Trixie said...

Yeah. What she said!

CrystalDiggory said...

Ditto

SBB said...

Hmm. I'm not sure how to take the sighs. Good sighs? Wistful sighs? Sighs that I'm once again murdering a poem? :)

Trixie said...

Um. Good sighs.

Michelle said...

Good sighs Tech....good, longing, wishful ones.

SBB said...

Thanks for the good sighs, ladies! :)