Member Poem

Please, keep me close, 
I hold fast to our vow. 
Let me live
in the little moments--
your head in my lap, 
skin delicate
beneath my fingertips. 

Let me cook with you, and
dance between recipe steps
in the warmth of
the stovetop light--
admiring the golden glow of 
the curves I memorized 
during our episode of
manic intimacy, our explicit exception, 
just protection for your first time. 

Two people two similar, 
two hearts too alike
to not be written in the stars
we sat under as we understood
the soul of one another. 
You say we're "just friends,"
but I've fallen for the way
your titian eyes reflect the TV 
when we're curled up
in your bed late at night--
Oh, if you'd let me, 
I'd hold you closer than ever. 

But you want a world
I cannot provide--
a savior's embrace 
and a masculine shield. 
You've found security in men's shoes, 
I could never fill, yet still, 
I long to try.