Dear A,
Is it enough, that we looked over the precipice
and stared into eternity together? That our hands
touched electric, stirring over every nerve
of sweltering need? That thinking of you takes
my breath even now, that calling out to you twists
off shards of soul, that we had so much more than
almost, that it froze me the last time I saw
your face?
Almost is the word, but not because arrival
didn't happen, it was the truest experience
of the heart. No, almost is the word because
in pulling away the pain was infinite, the only
fear is having to repeat the tragedy of dissolution.
And should that 'boy' fail in manly duty, his disgrace
will be completed by the machismo aroused
within this broken psyche. I kindly advise that your
womanly graces best be stowed deep within
the fortress of your heart, for the blunt dynamo
of this love will subdue every defense, the will
once thought steeled against this resolute intention
will "almost" work, yet, it is more certain to fail
than the flight of Icarus.
Almost, you wait too long, almost, I return.
With deep and tender affection,
L
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