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It’s time to go, where I don’t know.
Maybe for a ride.
My feelings I need to hide.
Otherwise, I might beg to hold you.
But then some chore would be left waiting-
might even go undone.
Besides, it’s only me that needed an embrace –
So why should you lose time
From cleaning this place.
Anyone can plainly see the house is in disarray.
What I feel inside
Will not see the light of day.
Even a beggar has some pride.
Sometimes I wish I were a dirty floor -
Then you’d surely cover me with warm water and suds.
If I were an old sock
I’d get to feel the warmth of your hands
As you picked me up.
If I were a glass
You would handle me with loving care.
Even though you could see through me.
I could fantasize about being the oil you massage your entire body with.
Giving comfort to your tired muscles –
Sometimes to areas that are dry.
And pleasure to all those areas
That have been denied pleasure for so long.
But so much for dreaming and yearning
This heart must go on - keep learning
I wasn’t fortunate to be the floor under your feet
Or a sock you might wear.
Nor a rare crystal that could touch your lips.
But as I leave to take my ride
All my feelings I cannot hide.
So if by chance you don’t understand my glance –
It was just me looking longingly at the person I love.
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