Our friendship has changed
Once comforting like granola
Bathed in steamed milk
Then deep like rich
Dark soil in which
We planted our delicate
Dreams to the cotton
Candy of our crush
To the tentative touch
Of curious fingers entwined
Finally to storms passion
Drenching everything in the
Rain of desires hunger
And finally back to
The quiet beginning wondering
Just what exactly happened
Like waking from dreams
Confusion full of innocent
Chagrin and cautious glances
Asking where to now
Why does the world
Have all the paint
And I have just
One corner in which
To move into why
Does the world insist
On poking this bear
Why can’t the world
Let sleeping dogs lie
No this crazy world
Turns its nose up
At kindness and compassion
Preferring junk yard dogs
Snarling barking and biting
A world of individuals
All wanting to be
Best at being selfish
Our world is doomed
Sometimes enough is enough
While not absolutely perfect
Nearly is better than
Nothing so I thought
Yet some things close
Are better than sublime
Proximity does offer experience
Always better than dreams
Tactile tangibility weighs heavier
Than wispy fleeting fantasy
But with the reality
Of something been had
Comes with it responsibility
For having achieved such
Ideals are often free
Whereas people are not
As I lay here
Moving my hand slowly
Following the suns path
As it creeps quietly
From foot to calf
And up your thigh
To the ribbed cliffs
And your alpine chest
Past your mouths pool
Finally on your eyes
Giving my morning lips
Their own landing pad
Good sunrise my sweet
The problem for most
Things isn’t figuring them
Out because most things
Are figured out the
Problem with most things
Is the problems faced
After the problems are
Figured out answers are
Never just the answers
Answers in reality are
Simply the next questions
