Complications Arise

I stare at the ceiling because

--isn’t that where answers lie?

Your finger tracing my lips,

I lean into your body with

the effort it takes

to melt butter.

The blinking lights

(green/red)

on the smoke detector--

innocent.

Life swirls on,

ignorant of us.

Please define friendship.

I am losing it

amongst confusion

of emotions.

There is a tangle

of brain-wave 

hard

to keep

honest.

We are nothing,

could never be

anything,

but bodies hurt,

hearts ache,

emotions deceive,

lusts linger.

I do not want you

but in the simplest of ways

and even then,

friend,

no.

Because:

moments of desire

bring consequences,

bring unwanted thought,

bring heart-ache,

bring soul-ache,

bring pain.

Wasn’t life easier when—

friend + friend

not

you + I?

Do not complicate,

I ask of you--

of me--

of life.

But.

What is life

but moments of desire

wrapped confusedly

around bodies

searching

for meaning

searching

for soul-soothing

searching

for.