I’ve discovered a love for a forbidden fruit,
a safe outer haven like gloves or a boot.
A hug from a giant or kiss from a fish,
I want this for real more than only a wish.
Deserving is mine, but unworthy receives.
The root of the seedling in which I believe.
I’ve nurtured an atom and watched it become
more than ‘being’ itself on a tightly strung drum.
Two energies syncing, patterns entwined,
faster than blinking and brighter than time.
I realise the weight of this moment of mine
is too heavy for bearing but lighter combined
with the beauty of knowing the last bottom line.
A love unrequited or lost in translation.
One end misdirected, a grave complication.
Together could be formed a soul-derived mateship
combining the best of two parts into greatness.
From this side there would be complete adoration
and fairness and honour – a perfect foundation.
But sadness sweeps through as I realise the truth
is nothing of this but the work of a sleuth.
An evil outsider who lurks in the puddles,
performs as an expert but merely a muggle.
From the sidelines a spectator weeps with regret,
dipping their toes but avoiding the wet.