LCK
Acrobat
Crave
I am afraid of you.
I barely know you but I think
I could love you.
Already my thoughts of you
Come intrusive and unbidden,
The curve of your lips,
The outline of your physique,
The unexpectedly dulcet voice.
My mind shudders and rebels,
Determined to protect a weary heart,
We are NOT doing this again!
I seek a steady foothold
As the tides of emotion
Ebb and flow within me,
Steady resolve, vulnerable frailty,
Locked in mortal combat.
And then I catch,
Unexpectedly in your eyes,
In a fragile unguarded moment,
A look I never wanted to see,
A look I understand only too well.
It is the craving, the hunger,
The almost unbearable longing,
The prideless needing that
Blisters and bleeds your soul.
It is the look of a wounded fawn,
An unwanted child, an unloved puppy,
It is the look of a desolate lover
Afraid to fall in love again,
Afraid to crack the fragile shell
That is slowly built
Around an aching heart,
A heart that has been hurt
So deeply that the scars
Are patterned indelibly on its soul,
And yet it craves even as it fears,
Craves with an intensity
Matched only by its pain,
A craving beyond all reason,
An open vein needing to feed
On the heady drug of love,
And yet it trembles,
Knowing the demons of its addiction.
It shudders, falters,
Remembering the knife-slashed demons,
The tormented days, the anguished nights.
And yet it craves,
A deep insatiable hunger
That yearns, almost unbearably,
For what it is afraid to have.
All too human is the heart,
Its measures of joy and sorrow
Molding it into what it is,
It could not be human otherwise.
It craves yet it determines
To never love again,
But a glass heart will simply
Crack under a different strain
For it cannot deny itself its
Craving and remain whole,
It cannot risk itself
Without risking all,
And so it exists in anguished limbo,
Forever undecided, torn between two terrors,
Beating eternally in vain.
Laurie
I am afraid of you.
I barely know you but I think
I could love you.
Already my thoughts of you
Come intrusive and unbidden,
The curve of your lips,
The outline of your physique,
The unexpectedly dulcet voice.
My mind shudders and rebels,
Determined to protect a weary heart,
We are NOT doing this again!
I seek a steady foothold
As the tides of emotion
Ebb and flow within me,
Steady resolve, vulnerable frailty,
Locked in mortal combat.
And then I catch,
Unexpectedly in your eyes,
In a fragile unguarded moment,
A look I never wanted to see,
A look I understand only too well.
It is the craving, the hunger,
The almost unbearable longing,
The prideless needing that
Blisters and bleeds your soul.
It is the look of a wounded fawn,
An unwanted child, an unloved puppy,
It is the look of a desolate lover
Afraid to fall in love again,
Afraid to crack the fragile shell
That is slowly built
Around an aching heart,
A heart that has been hurt
So deeply that the scars
Are patterned indelibly on its soul,
And yet it craves even as it fears,
Craves with an intensity
Matched only by its pain,
A craving beyond all reason,
An open vein needing to feed
On the heady drug of love,
And yet it trembles,
Knowing the demons of its addiction.
It shudders, falters,
Remembering the knife-slashed demons,
The tormented days, the anguished nights.
And yet it craves,
A deep insatiable hunger
That yearns, almost unbearably,
For what it is afraid to have.
All too human is the heart,
Its measures of joy and sorrow
Molding it into what it is,
It could not be human otherwise.
It craves yet it determines
To never love again,
But a glass heart will simply
Crack under a different strain
For it cannot deny itself its
Craving and remain whole,
It cannot risk itself
Without risking all,
And so it exists in anguished limbo,
Forever undecided, torn between two terrors,
Beating eternally in vain.
Laurie
Its one of my more recent efforts.
