flattered you confide in me

I am flattered you confide in me
like a big brother or father figure.
It makes me feel as though I deserve
a trust worthy of something more.
But as long as you play me the friend,
even the best friend, you exclude me,
seal me away from a higher order
that I would petition for, surrendering
the safety of my lofty perch to lurch
to a more precipitous cliff, lifting eyes
and more to implore you accept my suit
as more than a friend, but lover and friend.
With more than a passing fancy of permanence.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.