Gently/
he strokes my skin/
then pulls away/
I feel the passion he can't convey/
his eyes are closed/
but a tear betrays his grace/
as it runs quietly down his face/
and though my longings for him still/
burn/
he has not learned/
that transparency/
is a requisite to love/
and that love is the reprieve he needs to grow/
beautifully/
in the arms of the Sun/
so I run/
unable to stand under the mercurial manifestations of uncertainty/
his brokenness brings/
for he has injured me/
long enough
and in my heart I know/
finally/
I've had enough