it is

Might it be possible? he too often thinks,
then decides not to
test himself, tempt himself,
torment himself with the idea and
rather
tries to content himself with the
image of her
smile and her eyes and her
spark and the vulnerability
that
she allows him
to see and keenly feel. It is a treacherous business
this idea of love, this concept of
love, this
possibility of love, this offering and
proffering of love. It is intoxicating and
addictive. It is right and it is not so right. It is
of hope and of desperation. All as exactly it
is
supposed
to be.