My most recent oneword (gentle)...I'm aware that it's a little bizarre.


Gently

Your hands against my skin are
loving, gentle
wanting only to bring happiness

But I still feel somehow
shy and uncomfortable

I turn into myself, ask questions of me
But I receive no answers
I remain unconvinced, always uncertain

Unsure of what I want,
what I need, why I'm here...

I think I want you to stop...?

No, don't stop
I am going crazy
I never know what to do these days

[Perhaps you will just smother me by accident
and then I won't have to worry about it]





Words by Sun.Moon.Stars.Rain
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Written on 2008-10-27 at 01:36

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TubaGiant
nice
I can feel the uncertainty building throughout the poem
I don't want to pass judgement but...
were the last two lines really necessary?
2008-10-27