Summer rainstorms

I came, face to face with a beast

who directed me,

somewhere in the heat of the summer.

Wrapped in words, a truth,

a thought stalked me

as game in the form of friends.

Can you give you,

and we'll all be an us?

The touch, or feel of a hand on friends

became confused

as excitement clouded the view.

I did not pretend about ideas or words

as we moved to define ourselves.

Love was the central issue.

It was as if anything could happen,

our touching after pregnant moments.

The beast of quiet nuzzled in lust.

We spun down, away from us

the intensity of time leered in a smirk

as I lost me in the middle of a trap.

I believed in loving people,

even more than one at once

but that didn't mean loving everything.

I touched madness in others

their ways were not mine.

A poet, quieted, faded into silence.

I tried to hold your eyes,

they were not there.

Me falling, confusion awaited resolution.

That recognition broke a sweat on me.

Once the waiting falls upon me

I've lost all sense of direction,

My senses become those of others.

Fighting, fighting it off.

Thoughts, causing physical manifestations,

interpretations had me at cross hairs.

We moved in trances

touching holes we'd made in us.

Wondering, quietly: honest?

I sat for weeks looking out a door

knowing that path led to nowhere.

Tears became the way of life.

Still, we tried

for having each other meant more.

Separately, we could say

to struggle was to lean at an understanding.

I never thought honesty would hurt

but then again, I didn't think it through.

Sitting, writing poems

is almost always easier than living them.

My words crashed in on me.

It was as if my life stepped back

flung into the sea

ironically, my me.

You stood, when I could

for it never seems to late for us

and in a shambles

we began putting it back together.

Down, in moments, we paced in definitions

each, looking for love in the other.

Days became weeks, as we passed by, again,

the wolves at our door were let in by me.

Now and again we'd appear as we are

each, aware of the other

standing, separately, together.

As it turns out

it’s not everything that one should do,

but only those things that you choose.

Doing it for them

always does it to you.