The Cloak and Dagger of Our Hearts: A Poem of Unspoken Love and Pain

You’re not what I dreamed of
Or hoped for, that potential was reached
Long before, I harbored emotions in secret
Sophomoric sequence, plot twist I saw all along
Held my breath for a year, lungs turned carbon to smog
Another movie screening, hold hands in between it
Reach maximum zenith, whisper “never leave me” under closed palms
So calm. Never flinch. A wink and a nod
No blinking for three hours. Let that sink in for a while
Lovers island. Skipper of ol’ overly passionate
Fingers stranded in your hair strands, bend over and ask me
A question, do I love you or not
Fingertips touching your every hope.
Every cross
Of fingers, wishing we would drift apart
I’m driftwood and you’re just another fish in the ocean.
Lake, spring, river whatever’s
Spend an eternity painting a picture to think us together.
Calabazas to pick. If I revisit you, I get a feeling to itch.
Uneasy. Breeze hits me, wind changing while each season commences.
We get lazy. It’s insane. Never connect but still swing for the fences
Up to my neck in words that don’t even exist.
Flood in my pharynx, like phalanxes fighting to fix.
Squad of anxieties I refuse to acknowledge.
Perusing the side of me I loosely demolished
Smokescreen dagger. Condensation hazy opaque
Wheatgrass chronicle, diary dripping sanctity.
Lake
Bedstand.
Siamese twin bed, oak crickety floors
The hole in the wall where my fist lived in before.
Unroot me where I stand, dandelion seed floating amiss.
Eve foliage, sin growing vivaciously when
There’s … Quantities of flowers germinating in spring.
Blooms of orchids in rancor
Temper tantrum fills in the hue.
Rhythm and blue soapbox
Sorted chrysanthemums
Most of it cloak-and-dagger.