By Sammy Ginsberg
could be that somebody
it feels sometimes I think
but oh my brain,
‘is this how it feels to be held by the one‘
my whole body feeling so at home
yet projection of future
creates fear of rejection,
of – is this what I think it is?
Is this how it should feel?
Am I just pretending?
Is this even real?
All I know is how I feel
so happy with him,
happier than alone
although very happy alone
but happier with him,
as he asks me what I’m thinking,
and I tell him,
and I ask him what he’s thinking,
and he tells me.
why has this always been the dream?
to communicate so free
to be understood –
I think what we think we see
is that it could be,
but time, time, time
more time!
time’s winged chariot
fear of good bye.
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