Alone and afraid for many years
with an illusion of availability,
of openness,
Giving body, but no heart or soul
or not giving at all.
Confusing lust for love, being used and abused,
giving only enough for the attention wanted
and needed, but giving no more.
You have changed me.
You hand was poised, willing to take mine,
to hold it firmly, steadily with patience, love and acceptance,
To show me the way to open myself,
To give myself to you,
Body, heart and soul.
Sep 04, 2013 @ 01:07:29
I really liked all that you captured in this poem.
Sep 06, 2013 @ 09:53:30
Nicely done – a quiet tragedy. The feeling of sadness is not directly expressed yet it is inherent in your words.