Poem

how stupid we've been
the words sigh from between smiling lips
how stupid and patient
comes the correction, as a familiar face's meaning seamlessly changes from friend to lover
why did we waste so much time trying to resolve the puzzle with the pieces scattered
when the picture on the box was always so very clear?
a hand slowly traces new places
reels of black and white films for fingers
capturing every last detail
I came to you as a tourist
he confesses
and found home
a rush and a blush
we always moved like the sea and shore
his voice whispers as he unzips the barrier between them
and kneels to pray
I will no longer pull back. I will flood.
I will flood and stay flooded
he promises, his voice becoming muffled as he leans in
a moan escapes his throat
a deal breathlessly comes from the other's
my heart will be the door that cannot be locked…if you too throw away your key
leaning back, his meets his eyes
and shapes his lips to form a reply
but uses it not for words
but for an answer
that needs no explanation.