Steam

Dare I say it?
Of course I do,
so close to you
yet so far.

We smoke in the back of a taxi,
and touch intimately in the fact
we acknowledge
our not touching.

Hence the fact I love you,
the unnecessary necessity to feel
something beyond real.

You keep me, cope with me, put up with me,
an unfixed puzzle with no want for missing bits,
the jaded edges keep me interesting,
at least in my own Wonderland.

Freedom is for the willing
and guilt is for the weak
and redemption's for the commited
and love's for the believing.
Boredom's for the dumb,
breaking's for the unforgiving,
wisdom is for the witty,
addiction is for the desperate
and this entire poem is for those others
as bored as I am with the outside world

and it's lack of challenge.