knowing from loneliness

i wished my cheek there... deeply against hers. she asked me what was on my mind, and i knew the tears were too close to venture a risk, and since i have a cock and not a cunt, i looked away. i have found so many maybes sitting next to me in my truck... so many maybes that i hoped would be possibilities that i stopped asking, stopped telling, stopped hoping... no. i wish i could stop that. her eyes are like wanderlust crescents. dark, deep, pools. just what i would ache to place myself within. forehead first. dive. splush. swim deep... into the iris as if it was the portal to a hidden world, with chocolate waters and moss for clouds. rain that came groundward to skyfly up, and if you knew how, you could rise up with it... there i wish to venture... there, and forevermore. knock knock, knock up on mi chamber door... i wished my cheek there, deeply against hers, and her hand to come up to my othercheek, and stroke delicately down, following my jaw to my neck, shoulder, blades, spine... and stroke up along the rivers within my ribs, up my chest, and back to my cheek, as i made my way to her neck, to kiss. kiss. use my lips as exploratory tools and mouth the meaning of her... her... her i wish to be. within me. wishes. ? . wishing to have, and fearing to ask. so thin this veil. if only i held the strength to poke my finger through. yet i know. that once poked, there is no fixing that paper screen, it will always hold a wound. better to burn it all at once. let the flaming arrow do the poking,,, or better yet, a flaming me? no, a simple whisper might do. no need for such violence against such sheeting. a whisper and step on through. a whisper and step on through. a whisper