Clumsy Confidant


In your eyes,

I am something I am not.

But perhaps,

could be.

Better yet,

your quizzical gaze,

a mystic’s curiosity?

The look may appear to go unnoticed…

but apparently,

there is no place I go…

where you do not want to be.

And, in the thickness of our clumsy relationship,

a huge pile of…

steamy respect.





there you are…

my confidant.

The cog in my wheel.

The inspiration to my words.




I do not know what it is that makes you love me…so.

I only know that when our days are gone.

Those moments will ride beside me…where they belong.

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