Beginning thirty years ago, <br />a desire, never a lust, <br />to be lovers. Our mask of <br />friendship more a sedative <br />than a truth. <br /> <br /> <br />Every ten years our mutual universe <br />spins, twirls, and stands on its head. <br />Hearts and minds surrender. <br />We fall, fall, fall <br />into a clear and perfect love.<br /><br />David Kowalczyk<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dark-blue-the-shores-of-dreams/
