Elsewhere in Dreams

(Un)Requested

I am writing this
poem as you requested -
oh, not so much
asked as silently demanded -
but you well
know one doesn’t have to
ask, to ask.

I am writing this
letter wrapped in simple
prose and ineligant
language
just like you wanted
when your eyes
folded shut.

I am writing this
epistle in the hopes of
enlightenment: we are
back at the same
old doubtful crossroads,
and for that I
am sorry.

I am writing this
with my hands tied behind
my back.
You are not just
anyone, love,
and though it is
frightening to hear it said,

I am tying this
ship to a dock, to
a future still
uncertain;
I am settling
on a chance.
I am betting
on a decent
animal.

Tags: poetry

Posted June 27th, 2005 in poetry. Tagged: poetry.