In The Meantimebysassynyc©
If friends think lovers thoughts, does the relationship change pace, in the meantime?
The platonic mindset shifts into an unchartered space, in the meantime.
If your hand has held mine through good and bad, yet seeks much more, are we just friends?
I carry the possibility of ‘could be’ with grace, in the meantime.
I am drawn to furtive imaginings, of belonging to no other.
My name is safe on your lips, a whispered erotic trace, in the meantime.
If one plus one is two, and you plus me is we, what equals forever?
We are a delicate pattern of interwoven lace, in the meantime.
Things are now, as they must be; you with her and I with he, in between time.
If destiny is to abide, love mustn’t stride apace, in the meantime.
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