Beginning thirty years ago,
a desire, never a lust,
to be lovers. Our mask of
friendship more a sedative
than a truth.


Every ten years our mutual universe
spins, twirls, and stands on its head.
Hearts and minds surrender.
We fall, fall, fall
into a clear and perfect love.

David Kowalczyk

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dark-blue-the-shores-of-dreams/