i have no idea where this came from, i just woke on the train from 
london yesterday with it fully formed in my tiny mind.


Two men stand
In their personal worlds
One speaks in silence
The other with words

Bound to each other 
By invisible rope
Each a source of 
Affection and hope

The love they feel
Can never be shown
For each fears they would lose
The other half of their soul

They long for each other
In a primitive way
But still refuse to let
Their hearts hold sway

With love and with longing
These two hearts will twirl
Of the two men who stand
In their personal worlds