Well-

So I understand a little better
Now
Words were spun in a new order
Seeing both sides is a bit easier
For both sides
Moving back now
To 'possibly'
To that slight crush
To those soft eyes
And warming smile
To that young laugh
And slight confidence
Would you like it too
I think you might
My mind circles that bubble
Seeing us, then us, then Us
I'm learning to fantasize
And my labido is taking root
It won't last, never does
I'll make use of it while it's here
At least for Us
But I can't help but wander
And begin to wonder
To 'possibly'
To those large hands
And flirty glances
To the dark hair
And long limbs
To that slight crush
Circling that bubble

Blase'

Do we not have the same views on communication in relationships?
I thought we did, pretty sure we have discussed it
So maybe it is our differing opinions on this one matter
Causing this slide away from agreeance on communication
To you it seems you don't give a flying fuck
And do not understand why I would give a flying fuck if I consent
What I don't comprehend is your ability to be so blase'
When you know how I feel, wouldn't it be wise to care if I acted
It's things like this that send me spiraling in doubt
Do you really care, love, feel for me that way
Anymore?
I understand your compassion does not equal empathy
And you don't know how to put on another's shoes
Unless it's fully bedded in literal form
But one would imagine that such a radical side step
Would warrant a pique in interest to at least some degree
I want to reach out, wish to understand
But I do not want to talk, to think
I'd almost rather stay tucked away in my little bubble
Of 'possibly'

'Possibly'

I had thoughts and fantasies 
I had dreams of what could be 
Only daydreams, little wonderings
But, I assure you
I was getting there 
Musing of the possibilities
All it took were a few simple words 
Words, just words 
In another order mean something completely different
But those words
In that order, from your mouth
Were enough. 
Enough to shatter the bubble of maybe inside of me
Your reality of possibility popped up in front of me 
It lightly poked, it barely prodded
At my bubble 
By bubble of 'possibly' 
Causing it to burst 
Flooding my emotional senses 
The weight of which threatens to drowned me
I could feel my own tears
Slowly sliding down the back of my throat
As I paused, I waited-
For you this is simple
So simple you can't begin to understand
Are you asleep?
I think you're asleep.
I can roll away, trying not to choke
Take a few beats
Lick on my inner wounds
I told you I would deal
Would manage
My own emotional consequences
Good- you're asleep
You don't have to get wet
Witnessing the out pouring of what just was 
'Possibly'

Holy Waters

Take me down to the river to pray
And I'll show you some holy waters
We'll turn our bodies into temples
Out on the eastern shore

We'll make love till the sun goes down
And we'll cuddle till the sun comes up
We'll roll in the sand and play on the bank
The food that we eat will be the freshest of fruit
And nectar from the bottle

Take me down to the river to pray
And I'll show you some holy waters