He tells me not to love him,
Said to keep it light,
I struggle not to want
Not to need
Knowing he
Wishes to be freed
Not just from commitment,
But guilt, and responsibility
While I hope
The one thing he wishes
Not to be free of
Is me

Some nights are long
Lonely things
Where I lay in bed alone
The memory of his warmth
The sensual feel of his touch
Echoes of his words
And eyes, for company
Wandering through the jungle
Of my mind

Others are steamy
Wandering through
The sensual jungle terrain
Of the man for whom
I will refrain
From saying I love you
Instead, it is what
I do

06/02/2003

Posted on 06/02/2003
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