its hard for me, but I'm trying

I posted this thinger on "facebook" a while ago (because i am lame. I should have posted a detailed survey on what i like and don't like in a potential life partner, or on how many people i have kissed and where instead... like everyone else does).

oh well. i modified the poem a bit since then, after watching "Big Kahuna".

august is a bridge between two lives, and I am far from both.
the ending summer and the new semester. the new morning and
the old hope falling asleep like the seconds before sunset.

i want to taste community
like grape juice from a tall glass after a long dry day,
passed hand to hand, with finger marks by the outer brim.
to meet the Bride of Christ, her artistry like trusting arms.

we keep to ourselves like water in teapots.
every tea needs several cups to pass around,
and every eye needs lines for someone else to notice.
I lie to myself when i see love in everything.

there is character that is further down than skin deep,
a face is useful to fool even yourself. we need some integrity,
and some stories from when decided to live.
we need new lines to draw wisdom, without words.

august is a bridge between two seasons,
old hope fading like a cool morning air
and a new hope of living, like coming back home.
and we are far from both.