You twirl me on your finger,
a breath of swirling hair on his palm,
and I take a deep breath; I yell.
A whisper on the late winter day,
bringing bittersweet promises of the spring.
I can feel it in my veins and your touch, your call, your voice.
How one can confuse and dwell and yield false hope,
to one who has decided to crush all of it?
Oh! such a poor falling child,
when I smell the blossoms of hope
and yet a tang of desperation that seeps through my blood.
A drop of orange on my tongue,
slipping a radiation of sweetness down my tongue,
and yet it undergoes as raw to me.
You light me on fire,
and I light you too.
And I wait to see how you react.
© This was for an emotion contest using the five senses (sight, smell, hearing, touch, taste). The emotions stated were confuse, hope, desperation. The ones not stated but implied were passion, breathlessness. Contradicting emotions: bittersweet. The whole poem was based on ambivalence or having contradicting feelings. @Cupcakeowlz: AllPoetry/HelloPoetry, Google+, Wattpad, Youtube @Cupcake321543: scratch.mit.edu Please, also, visit my AllPoetry account, as I use it more often than this account, and view my poetry. Thank you!