Your Hand Is Still In Mine

My foot slips off the path again.
My ankle twists the same way.
I forget that your hand is in mine
    when I feel that pain,
    that same pain,
    that same old pain.
But it wasn't you.
I forgot that it wasn't you.

Your hand is still in mine.
Your hand is still in mine.

The Future

We human creatures 

We collide.

We combine.

You and me

We make a line

We look:

There it reaches;

Golden in the rising setting noonday sun.

The future.

You Scare Me

you scare me.
the raw reality of another human being.
this close.
there is something unsettling
about letting you in.
an unknown factor, no matter
how closely i peer into your eyes or
how often my fingertips dance over your skin.

your thoughts are independent in your head.

you could bare your teeth without warning.
change your mysterious mind about anything.
every moment offers you the opportunity to 

leave,

but you are still here.