Afraid I am to lose myself in you,
Yet so bold and brash I am to love,
So tempting it is to pivot quick and run,
Or flee on winged arm of dove.
So careful I am with where I place my heart,
So cautious you are in how it's held,
No use it is, to pull myself back,
To you, I find myself wholly compelled.
In you, I find fragments of myself,
Lost forever, I had thought for so long,
In the crook of your elbow, I sleep,
And I know that it's where I belong.
Mar 12, 2010
Mar 12, 2010 at 7:10 AM UTC
Afraid I am to lose myself in you,
Yet so bold and brash I am to love,
So tempting it is to pivot quick and run,
Or flee on winged arm of dove.
So careful I am with where I place my heart,
So cautious you are in how it's held,
No use it is, to pull myself back,
To you, I find myself wholly compelled.
In you, I find fragments of myself,
Lost forever, I had thought for so long,
In the crook of your elbow, I sleep,
And I know that it's where I belong.
(c) Joy Vanasse, 2009.