I don't require a saviour
not asking for much, just
an elbow for when
the leaves are dripping
in the cold midnight

Another human figure
to cling to when you're
lost in the wet woods
and quickly it falls
dark with the shivering chill

When there are faces or
at least eyes, glowing
& whispers in an unknown
tongue, now you could

Use a humanoid to soothe
the fevered brow or
better still guide us
towards a sunlit exit

sweet downfall,
i find myself crashing harder than the time before

i'm chasing what i've romanticized,
a false interpretation that
his smile was the only source of light in my mind's darkest crevasses,
his eyes were full of an expected curiosity
but i've learned not to lean on my own understanding

he pulled streams from my eyes without awareness,
and he keeps these tides continuous

it seems like i can't get the image
of sitting in the passenger seat,
watching the lights of the traffic signals
reflect on his face,
camouflaging his blushing cheeks
out of my head of distorted dreams
and impossible realities

i lean in until i wake up

he is oil,
i am water,
somehow the laws of the universe
prohibit us from ever meeting.

one of us is handling that predicament
better than the other.