what do you share with this end?

there is frigid air amidst our fingers
rotten blue fret with tears

but still i let you in
once in a while
once in a blue moon

and there is too much to do now
and time passes
your wings sometimes like angels
i'm lucky to have you

but tread carefully i say
put it in the right category i say

there are friends who share lunch, a conversation so light
friends who share tea, like shopping on a mid-summer day
friends who get drunk, sometimes you join them in laughter so silly
friends who share an inner sense of style, a museum nightlife
friends who have passion
so much so
they endanger your soul

with a fire for a fashion that will pass in the night
boys who never become men
like dragons in the night

what sometimes you wonder do you share with this end
what exactly do you share with this end?

is it dinner for two
a party at night?
lunch in the sun
a double-date?

we'll figure it soon, out in the open
don't let go of the hesitancy in your eyes