Twilight

and all I want
is the feeling of home
with the edge worn down
familiar
with a comfort zone
I recognize
even in this
pale twilight
of a man I've known for
all too short a time

It is not black, It is not white
It is not wrong, It is not right
It's twilight

A little bit of both

and I've never liked the mornings
they've held too many truths
a weakened heart
takes longer to be brave
trapped inside this magic gray
I poetry paint
the prettiest pain
yet all I want
Is the feeling of home
and something new

push me pull me
make me stay
until the second act
or the sun decides.
stranger, who
I know so well
and not at all,
you're my twilight love

be patient sweet

It's all I want

but I must
sweept the flakes of stardust
from my eyes and
cobwebs from my chest

please understand
and
if you can not
pretend, pretend.

- KJ Konkin, January 2007

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