heart watches heart,
but can't see the other
heartbeats away can
mean a thousand footsteps
a single dream
days apart one looked
up to the other
and wished things were
not as black and white as they seemed
life touches life but
they are separated
by maturity and trust
and that thing they called love
a taste of the obsene
voices carried on but
were separated
and both wished they
had falling stars on which to lean
mystery warps at
mystery's touch
mysterious words can
lead to a thousand things
a whisper of the
uncleansed
two people leaned
forward to taste, to touch
and wished there were
not a mirror beteen them
for you cannot see more
than one side of the mirror
you cannot see past the
glass
there are a million
obstacles between the heart and it's counterpart
the biggest and hardest
to overcome: each one's own masks
and when they finally
touch
the images warped, the
leaking thoughts bleeding
you'll see
to live is to love is
to dream
and only those who
triumph over the distance placed by each other
will live to love the
sweet results, the growing seedling that came of their meeting