Were you afraid I had the wrong idea?
she watched me cautiously
wondering what I might do
you seemed not to notice
it was strained
I sensed it as if I were intruding and not a guest
the cold glass sweated sticking on the coaster
the water eased my thick throat
how brutal this exchange
what game have I entered so unwittingly?
played out and I still even now
cannot escape my desire for you
Her casual rehearsal
as she listened in for clues
I felt her the entire time
listening to the notes we sang
the chords of the conversation underneath
what was she wanting to hear
would I confess?
Give away all messages of my meaning?
Instead I distractedly spoke
as you distractedly listened
keep me like a jewel
a topaz close to you
so close but in the pocket
not glittering facets in the light
I wanted to rise up
hold my head higher as she bent
and you next to me even then I could feel you
as I covered it deep my yellow reflection
how it surfaces as you walked up
all in black coincidence
beautiful and greeting me
you saw my true face
before it closed as she walked over
before I had to shield it
put in proper decorum
now days pass
hours, years, and I am forced to admit
this dream may be only for fools
but for you I work
my brush reaches out past the edges of iris petals
one last time
she cuts the lemons
yellow globes split on the white counter top
and I wonder at myself, what I am trying to slice
how here I come in and invited stay
and uninvited love
see you at your table
watching all my hopes falter
you reached out once to touch my back
but seeing her dropped your hand
as if I would break too fragile
but I carry this alone
her smile comes and goes
as you keep yourself from me
angry you leave in rush
lemon primroses edging a final salute
for the thousandth time I wanted to kiss you
so I looked away knowing you might find it on my face
saddened that I have become so dangerous
to warrent supervision
when not once have I ever given you reason to fear
the sun was not yet setting,
sitting on the cutting board
but my beloved it has for me
the cut was quick in her skilled hands
the last spring iris brought in
set in its place amongst your table
the painting sat leaning against the wall
the heron silently hunting.

by the Corby hawwwwkkkk...