I see his face through
tinted bar doors,
head hanging over
a friendly beer.
Such dark features,
absolute beauty.
And when I approach
he stays silent, not daring
to admit his emotions,
not ready to face them.
He acknowledges me
with a hug and a smile
dark eyes with deep secrets.
So much pain, so much hurt.
The pretty girls just pass him by,
label him a freak, and move on.
they stab at his humility.
They know nothing of his heart.
The night moves forth, I stroke
his soft black hair, he laughs
and makes a gesture.
too many beers for us both
to many sad songs sang.
seeking the understanding
in each others arms.
a united solitude.
Later in a candelit room
my hands explore pale skin
my heart fills with his pain.
He almost reveals it all,
almost gives up his hiding.
He stops short knowing
he has gone to far.
He leads me to a patio
under an impossible moon
and recites beautiful words.
And I know we can never
be what I had so long wanted,
He is distant and lost to himself
I am buried in my own world.
But I listen to his words.
I listen with the mind of a child
posed in wonder of his knowledge.
Will he ever know?
will he understand that I was here?
I was ready to love what he has hated
And as I leave I look up at that moon.
And unknown tears stain my face.
For a moment I was there, and never
will he let me in again.
