Poetry

Twilight

We play a game where we set the rules,
In or out, this or that, only the future is refused.
And there it is - that seed I cannot sow,
I wanted something to grow, you wanted to go.
You are the warmth of sun upon my skin after winter,
Ein Stein vom Herzen gefallen, ein Gleichgesinnte.
What am I to you? What do you see in me?
A temptress? A jester? A tease? A reprieve?
I will be all these things for you and more,
I crave your attention, your time, your amour.
The heart of the matter, the worm in the core:
I would give up nearly anything to arrive at your door.
This pull, this attraction is unexplainable,
How our bodies often become unable to disentangle.
When I’m with you, I’m in a lull,
A phone ringing, who will pick up the call?
The sun rises, night becomes mourning,
We know a fall comes after all of our soaring.
I get caught up in the doubt and regret,
I fear I may miss watching the sun set.