A Place To Rest

No touch of his skin, no sign within,

with thoughts colliding and love possibly expiring,

playing a disappearing act and then appearing,

like I lost nothing, his fractious hearing.

There's no sign of hopelessness, but emptiness,

he allows my mind to convert from boom to bust,

within a second, I am a mess, dreariness,

returning whilst I'm dust.

There's always an exit whilst he's here,

I'll never completely love him and he'll always disappear,

we'll speak of freedom whilst trapped in fear,

wasting precious seconds when he's near.

A question, no answer, a smile, no laughter,

an equation with no solution,

whilst he turns his head, I don't even matter,

in my forest, he's the pollution.

We've loved and mocked our love for others,

whilst realising that our souls have always touched,

anyways, another focus on another lover,

his heart, I secretly clutch.

Surrounded by grass, inhaling, liquor,

breasts, men with chests, pests,

and yet when our eyes meet, I truly adore,

friends, even his company at least, allows me to rest.