Public Displays of Affection

Tuesday, April 20

Alone, he's all mine

he hugs and holds me and makes me his

he touchs his smooth nose to mine

stares into my eyes

"i love you" he says

i know he means it

but in public

in the sight of others

he shuts down

no kisses, no hugs

no nose touching nose and whispering words of solitude

just a stare or brush meant to say it all

but i dont mind

because i know what happens behind closed doors

and thats all that matters.

Don't Talk to Me About the Future...

Saturday, April 17

the sound of freedom is about as loud

as the screams of man at war in a far off land

so far, so distant

controlled by bringers of hostile captivity

so loud, so penetrating

but he knows it's just a murmur inside.

even when he's escaped

the plans will follow him

through the phone lines

and pieces of customized parchment

and even when he feels so free

so alive

it will always be laid out

in front of him

in a straight line, one by one, by one

so until it's up to him

don't ask about the future...