There's a part of me that wants to tire of all this
the not knowing, the taut glances, the silent fear
For I didn't envision
a gaping chasm between hearts
when I grabbed your hand late that night
Then, all I saw was the light from your eyes
And my youth mistook it for
the end of darkness
How could I have known
that the dancing flames
lighting our long path
would cast shadows
long and deep?
I didn't think about the days when
one of us would be in front
slicing the tall grass with dull blade
while the other followed, crunching seed heads.
Nor could I have imagined the circles
our feet would trace
to avoid the center line
But the truth remains
You push me past the usual loving
And I would have never been content
in the knowing of that
in the beginning
