The Kiss

I asked,
she smiled, we kissed.
I closed my eyes, in shyness,
when really I wanted to see,
deep into her soul.

To feel what she was feeling,
was impossible, but so desired.
In that moment,
everything,
was still not enough.

Eyes

I met her eye,
she paused, looked, lingered.
That second became elastic,
myriad questions, possibilities,
maybe,
maybe,
then she looked away.

Held

She held me,
really held me.
Wanted to, needed to.
A timeless, ageless, beautiful feeling;
baby, child, teen, man, old man.
Then I let go and slowly,
with tears, she knew I was gone.

Loneliness

Alone I can be,
loneliness I can’t bear.
I have been lonely; up close,
yet so alone.
Wanted, but in truth,
wanted gone.

There’s no cure,
because it hurts, indelibly.