we dont share - >>what? a poem !

i believe we have the answers. and we
do not choose to share. we think each
other knows. so we do not share. i was
on the verge of insanity. when i met you.
tired of sharing with someone who knew not
how to share with me. Unless. . .
we do not share time. only snippets. only
enough sex to keep me wanting more. only
not enough. it's not enough to love another
creative human being. who doesn't know how to be
himself with you. so when i met you. i was
coming out of that place. That place where i felt
neglected. cared for but not enough.
lonely. but we do not share. your kiss.
touched me and confused me. released me
made me believe that love still had a chance.
made me believe that the butterflies.
would once and for all teach me to dance.
so i could learn to live without them.
but they do not share. and i learn to learn
that i need the butterflies for my love life's
existence.
I live for surprises. live for snatched sips
Sweaty bottles of O. live for kisses that
we be secrets. live for the moment where i can see
more clearly with my eyes closed
than with them open. But we do not share.
Time and space and circles dictate.
that you and i. that you and me. that we.
we do not share. what exist in the moments
with butterflies. and history. and music
and that need for one on one attention.
kisses mean more than what i will ever let on.
but we do not share.
i believe that kissing you was necessary.
that meeting you was necessary.
that if we didn't get that little bit of
butterfly mambo out the way
we couldn't be friends cohesively.
so if i didn't tell them they don't know
but you don't share those kinds of conversations
with me. so i don't know who knows
except for me.
i am Brooklyn born
and Brooklyn tough
learn to not like you too much.
learn that you. are best as friend.
but you harbor. an innate ability
to arouse me. and i hate that.
hate that our boundaries are boundless.
hate that on late nights in spare spaces.
sometimes we bare those, "we don't share" faces
and leak out what we choose not to tell the other.
it's always hidden right below the surface.
perhaps.. its the things we do not share.
like
maybe we need to express ourselves physically
to be able to maintain decorum mentally.
but we do not share.
so i know you wonder what i think of you.
but i am best known in snippets and
cryptic poems. i don't share what i know
what would you do with such information?
consequences of what?
we don't share.
©2004 jamila j.