the silent walk

we walk in silence..

in awareness

stillness in the air

from silence within

to silence without

from his readily offered

"i will come!"

to the bald, dusky, lustered one

to my silent understanding

of his attraction

path divulging

going further than i can sight

is this sadness

is this water,

in my eyes

pen writes words

lips can't say

from the point of no-return

words..mine..yours

ours

they once were

then you call us friends

maybe

you said

we make better friends

i heard you

as i heard myself

before

who is this

who cries

when what is done is done

singular is back

were we ever plural

i ask

you and me

we are lost

somewhere

will we find each other

love mixed with

jealousy, ownership, possessiveness,

is it still love

then she

of the luscious eyelashes

twinkles her dusky face

towards me and asks

"will you come too?"

i nod

a very difficult and indifferent

unknowing

of my path ahead

she of the sultry eyes

winks, "come!"

all i want to say 

to her is, 

i don't want to be there,

when he kisses you.