Not Free To Go

Too old to be your Brother,

 too young to be your Dad

 

These private moments that we share

 our limbo iron clad

 

You wrap your eyes around me,

 I’m spellbound in your gaze

 

The years between us melt away

 and drift off in the haze

 

Too old to be your lover

 yet young with thoughts aglow

 

Your breath like silk, your touch on fire

  —my heart not free to go

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)

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