By Shadygirl  fading_shade@hotmail.com
Date: 26 February 1999

Unsure

unsure of
me or you
(what's the difference?)

your scent reaches out for me
before your arms
circle my shoulders
in a friendly
vice

eyes
hidden orbs
behind dark locked frames
keeping
the truth at bay

keeping the truth
to yourself

unsure
truth even exists
at all

of the hesitating friendship
of ancient lovers

that love lasts past
the first two 
giggly
months

unsure of everything

except
the existence of your lock box
and my key

unsure
if my key is love
if love is the key

unsure
of
you and me