this morning #1977.

this morning, there was a stiff handshake where there should’ve been a libidinous kiss. an act of public forced formality in place of private radiant bliss. we looked at each other with eyes that told the real story but knew better than to let our true feelings out. not here. not now. he seemed to be fine with the arrangement. for me, while i get why discretion’s best, i’d begun to wonder what the big deal would be if the world discovered the truth. SOON. we keep using that word to the point where it’s now more of a deflection & less of a promise. i can practice patience. one of my best virtues. sadly, always wanting more may be my worst. as the handshake grip slipped away, we parted for the day. my heart was left in limbo.