The Escapist

I have touched this and that of you, The stray man lost in a crowd Of thought and fantasy, intangible possibility… stuck Silenced by fears real, imagined, and smiling to scream Holding it all in, trying to find oblivion in lands of F*** That give peace only to those who give themselves absolutely That place I know well, But this place I cannot fathom Where I wonder why I accidentally found you & resolutely Tried to know what even you do not know of you Your eyes talked brazenly to me, Saying too little & too much Caressing the shell of you the naked exposed illusion of openness You showed your flesh but little else, And called it bold to touch Spiraling out into the great wide open space Of your arms, I tried to find rest, And for a brief moment Everything was carved deep into the blankness of your face Your grasp too uncertain and fearful to hold more Than illusion, & could give out emotions only half felt So I walked past the confusion stirring in you into Other great wide open spaces my life has always dealt While greater more complicated stories go untold Unknown, you are the boy, the man, the wildness Trapped unable to translate this inside into bold To the words that must be typed capital letter loud Ringing through all you are, choking your insides Aching to be known, but terrified of discovery