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insecure
by Traci Mabatswhy do I
feel the need to run
every time you step in
for the close touch
you seem so sure of yourself
instead of awkward
like this is
(be careful little hands, what you do)
And you leave me
feeling like Alabama
in the still and humid air
I hear the contellations
with false tongues
whispering tales of love and endearment
I see the passion reflected
in your eyes
glassed over
not seeing me
but the completion of
this endeavor 10/03/2003 Author's Note: work in progress? I dunno
Posted on 10/03/2003
Copyright © 2025 Traci Mabats
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 10/05/03 at 05:23 PM The love has to be the part of the UNDERSTANDING. Understanding of the self as well as the other. And yes, this needs a bit of tightening. |
| Posted by Ginette T Belle on 10/08/03 at 02:22 PM And you leave me/feeling like Alabama/in the still and humid air...i love that line...i really enjoyed reading this poem...it has a lovely feeling to it...
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