DO YOU KNOW TREES?
From north, from south
to meet in the centre,
feeling wanting.
Do you know trees? he asked
and I feel less than I am.
We walk
and I want to look at him
in a way that he can't look at me
protect myself
while I explore
his vulnerability.
I need a hug.
Words come easy to him
and I like the listening.
I like the sound
of thoughts that don't feel foreign
I like the feel of words
that don't sound alone,
that seek a friend
in their friendly tone.
Sitting on concrete,
feet on grass,
I want to ask do you like me?
Can the answer to this
be found in Newton's Law?
Do I invite him upstairs?
What if he says yes?
What if he says no, I have to go?
What if?
Feeling the wine,
drinking his words
touching my heart.
He likes me.
Here's to friendship.
I need a hug.
I want a hug.
I feel a hug.
I feel like feeling more
but instead I close the door
and now I wait,
anticipate and wonder.
