I dare to feel,
with searching fingers,
a bifurcated wish
to take the path to you
or the one that leads to me.
I dare to feel,
asking only
from you, my sweet,
your thoughtful understanding.
My naked vulnerability
to your alluring charms,
that I,
that we,
could be washed with rain,
As if lust and sin
Could be so easily entertained.
I dare to feel,
I dare to feel,
the disappointment
I know will come,
will come,
as our bridge decays
with the vanity that is your way.
Or is it MY WAY?
Dec 11, 2010
Dec 11, 2010 at 11:17 AM UTC
I dare to feel,
with searching fingers,
a bifurcated wish
to take the path to you
or the one that leads to me.
I dare to feel,
asking only
from you, my sweet,
your thoughtful understanding.
My naked vulnerability
to your alluring charms,
that I,
that we,
could be washed with rain,
As if lust and sin
Could be so easily entertained.
I dare to feel,
I dare to feel,
the disappointment
I know will come,
will come,
as our bridge decays
with the vanity that is your way.
Or is it MY WAY?
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