After many nights of fantasies
Of kissing her face
Of caressing her skin
Of exploring her curves and valleys
The moment of truth had arrived
Would our friendship be ripped asunder
If I dared to release the dragon of truth?
She was straight, I was lesbian
Our friendship dated from the day
She moved into the neighborhood
We derived great pleasure from each other’s platonic company
Of all the possible permutations of women
I could hardily fathom this obsession with her
Perhaps it was the influence of the full moon…
My infatuation finally filtered into the open
The day that we met at the park
My hands shook despite my efforts to control them
As I gave her the letter I had written
Silently I prayed that she read with an open mind
As I watched her eyes scan and absorb my words of lust
And hoped my avowal would be met with impunity
She bowed her head and was quiet for long moments
My mssive dangling from her fingers
When she looked at me again, I saw tears
And the fleeting shadow of mirrored longing
She said that no one had ever written of such beauty to her before
And that as much as she felt my passion and cared for me
She could not betray her devotion to husband and daughter
We spoke no more of that day
Her invitations became fewer and more scarce
The distance between us became miles instead of blocks
I had no choice but to accept the inevitable
Accept the consquences of my failed written words and move on
But in all those years that followed, I have often paused
To wonder if she still has that letter….
©L. Kupfer
