Trust
I. A game we play
hand to hand
cheek to cheek
tongue to lips
penis to vagina�
a guessing game.
Go fish.
playing chicken with our eyes
tossing words like cards
reading actions like a phony psychic reading palms
searching for intentions in the libraries of each other�s souls
Our tongues move separately
spewing truth
  � lies?
They move together
Prodding, questioning; silently,
hardly silently.
Our bodies fit like two missing pieces of a jigsaw puzzle
finally discovered
discovering each-other
we stand tentatively in doorways of each other�s hallways
our worlds scare each other.
Your eyes glisten with joy
inside I explode with tenderness
I love you, I love you, I love you
we grope out the words
their repetition can�t satisfy the urge
the meaning exceeds the words.
You ask me to view the hidden sadness behind your eyes
I see only ecstasy
what more hides within those murky corridors?
I release my fear from its holding pen
I trust you.
I lay my fierce guard dog to rest.
II. In a meeting of diplomacy I sense something in your eyes
a red warning flag
guilt muddled with passion
friendship mingled with lust
something unsure
My trust stands on shaky grounds
perhaps I�m in over my head
When I dive into that ocean,
God I hope I don�t sink like a stone
No�
I�m buoyant now
floating on the waters that seem to stretch to eternity
forever extending beyond the horizon
the water is peaceful
the night is dark
the calm is eerie
uncertainty fills my veins
I know not which direction the current pulls me
however, no rhyme or reason lies in struggle
I must submit myself to the will of the sea
I must have faith in the universe
I do not possess the answer
I do not know the way
�I�m lost�
joyfully submerged in life
I don�t understand it
I don�t understand you
Though, trust, I think, will pull me through.


September 4, 2003
Andrea M. Horvath
Creative Works
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