Shivering anticipation, wanting you,
pushing you away. Pre-birth,
You seeped my soul weeped my psyche,
in pattern of shade pulled,
blowing to and fro.
Like an itchy cavity,
to sneeze a breeze and peek
into my existence.
My window screen denies fangs,
outside, whose bite, a delight,
favorite morsal: This Little Girl.
I slam ~pain~ shut, retreat
and make believe, ~tear-streaked~
I don't see you are my power.
And, the hurt I've denied
for an eternity.
But, now I'll quiet this storm
accepting the seemingly impossible.
Honoring you as you pen my senses
yet unexplored, for you are my muse
I so adore!
A note of explanation: went decades
without writing...until recently
..without surrender, be on good terms with all persons..
[This message has been edited by regards2you (12-07-2002 03:18 PM).]