Like a Dandelion
She floats
Lifted on winds that
She sows and seams
As she suspends herself
On the golden thread
Of a gold sunbeam
Floating light
And easy with the dust
While being uneasy
With our unproven state of trust
But allowing herself
To flow and feel
Despite the
False
Evidence
Appearing
Real
Graceful, easy and free
From hob to hearth
And hovering in the corridor
I watch her flowing effortlessly
Meanwhile, me, the NPC
In our infant stages
Of you-and-me
I face a period of abrasion
At our junior stage
Of infatuation
Can I retain her trust
Through every castigation
Or will my little-boy ego
Sacrifice it all – again
On the altar of ME
No
Not this time, I feel
Something is different
Something is healed
There’s something beyond mere sexual appeal
Feels like there’s something new
Because it feels like
For the first time
I’ve truly found a friend
My book-end
Not just a lover – but also that
Not just romantic interest – but also that
Not just grunting, breathy benefits on a 2 a.m. call
But also that and more
Someone I could carry
Over a threshold
Into a new world
Maybe
But we haven’t really fought yet