transcendentalism:

Wine and laughter, over dinner

Cooked by the sweetest of friends

Common problems, distinct outlooks

Ideas shared between men

Silent intimacy, chosen ignorance

Things we prefer not to see

Drunken flirting, approaching boundaries

Places friends should not be

Hands touching, pulses racing

The cost far from her mind

Sly instigation, natural contact

All feelings brushed aside

Lips exploring, breaking limits

Friends don’t sleep with friends

Feelings surface, panic rises

Ignorance too, comes to an end

Awkward silences, questioned judgment 

Some things can’t be undone

Torn thoughts, newfound uncertainty

Her intentions were only for fun

Friendships fall, some forgotten

Fun comes at a price

Optimistic action, exceptions happen

Familiarity does occasionally survive

 

(Hope is a powerful weapon)