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esse (to be)
by Becky Crist
Friday, August 04, 2006
Rated "G" by the Author.
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i have often wondered
how it would feel
to be the one
who captured you
to feel your love
pour over me
and quench my scorched soul
i have heard
the music in your words
felt
the passion of your intent
observed it all
in my timid third party dress
but in my head i can feign
your declarations are for me
bits of softness and silk
that set my core ablaze
then in my heart
is springtime
on the verge of blossom
with your gentle touch
but i am outside
pressed against the pane
and the pain is pressed against me
and i have often wondered
how it would feel
to be held
to be heard
to be
her
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| Reviewed by Susan de Vegter |
8/4/2006 |
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Melancholy pen. It seems your spirit isn't real sure about your decision and that's why it's call "woman's intuition". As long as you're not committed you have time to withdraw. It's easy to be fooled but the real test comes when the facade comes down and the ugly starts to breath,
All my best!
Susan |
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