Fear, Control, Dominance
These things I hesitate to put into words.
I woke feeling fragile today,
Remembering…
How feeling human is normal
Why
Do I give myself such a hard time
For being human
On occasion?
These memories
Of things
Not quite so.
I still seek you out
Intimately
Though
I can’t be certain who –
Quiet my mind
But, do not take.
Sometimes you do,
Lover.
I struggle with ideas, concepts, names
These things we’ve given names to
That may not be accurate at all
Answering to
Whatever suits us;
Them.
I feel myself grow bigger
Confident, Strong –
I fear myself sometimes;
This duality.
This desire to be able to stand alone But hope
You’ll be there
To remind me
I’m vulnerable
And not make me feel weak
For being so.
It’s strange,
This building of life
When I most
often think of death.
Seduction
My thoughts, grisly & aggressive
I hesitate to yield
Yet, be still this romantic heart
Though romance, be sure
Is quite the concept indeed
With me.
So soothing
Some primitive knowledge
In the end
I can trust you.
Love.
Poetry