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Quietly, in the distance,
I hear the Amtrak train.
Sitting here, thinking,
we need to get away.
Years of fantasizing,
dreaming,
wondering.
What if it was me?
Hidden flirtations all the time,
a quick brush of the arm.
In the meantime,
the "other" is right there.
Conversing about what could have been,
hoping for what could be now.
Exchanging thoughts and plans,
while trying not to get caught.
Finding ways to be together,
odd jobs here and there.
Catching any moment,
that we can share.
Holding each other close,
caressing one another.
Lips touching so softly,
like the morning dew on a rose.
Heat, passion
it's definitely there.
To speak of it,
Thou Shalt Dare!
To be together all the time,
not just occasionally,
So difficult to do,
I see a Scarlet "A".
Knowing we feel the same
throughout the years that passed.
To reveal such things to each other,
our emotions have gone awry.
The tenderness of his embrace,
always on my mind.
While keeping my cool around "her"
daunting task it is.
To pursue anything beyond
is something wonderful to revere.
Knowing it won't be nothing more
hard to keep from unraveling.
Whether it's love, spite or magnetism,
he knows how I feel about him.
And to know he feels the same for me,
intricacy, complexity, and adoration.
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