A Sprinter's Dreams

 I could love you, or perhaps

The most beautiful of friends

We could become.

I am a coward, too.

Like a sprinter I push off 

The starting blocks

With tremendous velocity

I take the first step

Before testing the boundary

Between flying and falling

I have fallen many times.

But I am not too cowardly

To try to fly. 

A clean start is good and well

I know

But will not suffice

As I race towards intimacy,

You at my side,

I grow blind

All I see is a cliff

A void

I’m striving towards love

But I fear it for I 

Have never been that far before

Will this be the time

Where I make it 

Or is this another practice

For when I do? 

I am terrible at this but 

Believe me 

I am trying

And I hope.