No Place
There is no place
for this-
soft release of my
own self into arms
that hold
and just hold,
small curl into his space
to be seen
to be free,
yielding of skin
with fear that
has finally softened,
as my focus melts
his eyes and
now I can only
see my own.
No, there is no place
for this-
lock up
and
retreat,
cracked and shadowed
sanctuary of
memory
within me
between us
And I wonder
in sadness
in fear, in anger
If this time
Is the time
to go.
Alone.
prompted @ November 2011 PAD: Day 18
