there are things I know don't fit
into the simple valleys of your world...
the very glisten I love is what you hate..
each golden strand that frame my face,
push you away...
this silkened skin; your faded jeans -
we're rugged fashion...
w/ our hearts on our sleeves - we look away,
and yet we hold on,
to each other...
our charade remains unnamed...
the truth we have is far too humble for my pride,
my love commands;
your submission far too harsh
and so i hide...
you laugh - a child - as i raise my tone
to reprimand...
each time you ask, i find that i'm too proud
for your demands...
Too powerful, your beauty and mine
captivate those outside our world-
& we both rule - oh yes, but you crown me
with your heart and callous hands,
each scrape a warmth i love and hate..
your face a blessing & a curse..
I know not if i will stay or run away,
I wonder, how you fell in love
with my promiscuous play...
Blessings....hope all is well with you and life is treating you kind.
ReplyDeleteVery complex, highlights the tumultuous relationship with the self & how that then influences and informs the interaction and communication with the significant other.
interesting.
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Well, well! It is always a pleasure to peek in to see that you have posted something. I am always amazed at your thoughts and expression. I always feel a longing of heart when I read your work...something that I can identify with.
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