She Said Tomorrow


She said tomorrow can never be seen from this point of time;
here and now,
so don't look for it.
You have me (finicky perhaps)
a tv, two cats, a dog, a roaring gas fire
and five minutes to turn that into a dream.
I may hate you in one hour from now.
I may not.
Yeah!
Tell me, I'm listening.
Yes but.
No. Definitely not.
I can't give that much.
- sorrowful eyes stare into the dread. Into her face.
Feel the terror, doubt.
Trusting her confusions.
Twisting seconds into convenient temporary shelters.
Come on, DANCE NOW ....... STOP!

Space opens up between us on the sofa.
Why is it me that always comes to you?

Way, way inside himself he feels the furnace.
From this angle she breathes so sweetly;
the faintest touch, the sudden claw.
Heart jumps from branch to branch narrowly missing each fatal fall.
Affinity with dog huddled in corner.
Needs love perhaps - Go Away.

Thoughts spin into free fall  -nauseous.
Under severe pressure.
So close to not being the one
The tall good looking one
Admit to wounds - the child challenged.

She said I care but I don't love.
The fine woven veil uncovers open spaces from dreams snatched.
Her objects just objects.
Her heart tucked inside bones still tender to touch.
Unnatural gaps in moments flooded by anticipation.

Sexual innuendo.
I think. 
What embrace?
I only supply a loving one.
I cannot hold you without dreaming of forever.
Or can I? 
Just because each touch lasts for eternity.
Not, definitely not, in front of anybody.
Our little secret.
So neither of us tell.
Testing the water in occasional mouthfuls.
Too concerned with cliffs.

Immovable
She curls up and rubs head like cat on boot.
True affection?
I have no say, yet I must move.
She's solid, certain of something different with each degree of nearness.
My hand strokes her arm.
My eyes briefly catch sight of her feet, legs, hips - 
can't imagine how to reach that far.
To be on familiar ground 
Impossible as stranded
Witless
Time to go home.