You say you’re not in love with me..

And should I believe you?

You think of me

the very moment that I

am lost in thoughts of you

we do not need to speak

in order to be in touch

but touching is nicer.

You know my voice

even when you don’t answer my call

busy with something else

someone else,

but, all-the-same,

thinking deeply about me

while living only on the surface

in the other world.

And when we meet

you seek a place in my arms

open to you

only if we are lovers

You’re not tense

when tightly held

not frightened,

just calm and undemanding

feeling sure that I will not steal

what you can not give.

But what you want

is well spoken by your body

straight through the

denial of your alluring mouth.

My life, as it is

is different and at odds with your life

your life is muddled, full of indecision

and you feel about me, or don’t feel

what your own fears allow or forbid.

And I suffer the helplessness of those

who while not being in love

still love too much

and hurt from it.