No Foes

Photo courtesy of NearlyCandy Photography

He is coarse and she is smooth,
She’ll watch and think, but never move.
In tender talks, emotion stirs,
He never acts upon his words.

Imagining ignited flame,
The ensured chaos of that game.
They never will, they know the cost,
The world undone in moments lost.

For a beat they stand, their hearts in range,
And make a choice in a moment strange.
Without it said, it’s understood,
To give in now could be no good.

Through winter months, and year to year,
The two will hold that moment dear.
These lives they live are the ones they chose,
Onward as friends to grow no foes.

Nichole M. Dulin

Revised 2015