The delicate touch of the fingers takes the breath away
Enlocked in a private circle the shoulders adjoin
Not confessing the truth was just fine.
Sensations ran below the skin but never to manifest
After years of innocence finally roused from rest
The mind knew the truth but hid it well
Admitting it was love would only put through hell.
Hazy emotions misted the view on both sides
Accepting reality would hurt the pride
Falling in love wasn’t meant for the strong
Especially when the people appeared too wrong.
A different channel to vent that below
Completely dramatic characters continued the show
The real existence buried beneath the roles
Allowing time to later take its toll.
All putative that had never grown profound
A good friendship that may never touch another ground
But such currents never question the direction they take
But wisdom examines & warns that it could all be fake.