he makes me so demure
the littlest touch of his fingers
inadvertently causes my inside to shiver
and the most whispery sigh from his throat
is captured and stored safely in my heart
I cannot throw him away
every single beautiful thing about him
is burned into me
to destroy him
would be to destroy me
and the strength I used to be so proud of
is strangely yet happily gone
whenever he’s near
I cannot get him out of me
and I don’t want to
because he’s the only one
who has ever made me
so very demure

07/13/2002

Posted on 07/13/2002
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