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How is it a situation so simple, becomes so complex?

The intimate beating of two hearts,
Your body speaks to me.
Our tongues locked and entwined in conversation that has no ending
but starts over and over again.
We long to be in each others company
Capturing every joke, compliment and smile
As if it was the last time.
How I love getting to know you, reading you.
Every chapter I encounter reveals something else about you
Slowly you're becoming naked
A sign of you being comfortable.

But we cannot be.

Although our hearts beat and long for the presence of each other
Is the beat in unison?
Do we beat for the same vision?

We cannot be.

Yes, your body speaks a language that my body would love to interpret
With actions to show you the fullness of my understanding.
But my spirit speaks otherwise

We cannot be.

Yes, we speak
The way we speak
How long we speak
Surely, we enjoy each others voices.
Your baritone sounds so good to me, the alto.

But we cannot be.

How is it a simple situation, becomes so complex?

You're what I define as a strong black man
An ear to listen
A heart to understand
Extremely beautiful in more ways than one.
The source that respects my strength but melts me instantly.
YOU, are my breath of fresh air.
You've touched me in many ways.

But we still cannot be, can we?