Man, Woman,
Boy, Girl,
What can become of us?
Can this
fluid state
Be sculpt
into a reality-
Into a web
of knowing:
Love?
Yes this gap is small between us
Time is for
us-
But where is
the practicality?
I see the hurdles
Measure the
ditches
Gauge the chasms
Between us two
Hangs a
thread-
To cut or not to cut?
A word to be said or left unsaid?
There hangs
my dread.
