confused
rattled
ashamed
when i imagine heaven
inside another’s arms
i never thought before
that love is simply
understanding
and accepting
so few accept the shadows
i carry with me
why then do i shun this idea
my preconceived notion
that love must be a certain way
i think that i am keeping things simple
but really we are
complicating
things that don’t need to be
complicated
maybe what is right
is right there
or perhaps i am just
starving
for some contact
for attenion
for touch