By Jenna Holland (poetic_angel@gurlmail.com)
Date: 28 February 2000
Both Hands
Why do I allow you to do
What you wish with me?
With no promises
Or expectations
Or even compassion...
Is it because...
You show me emotions,
Too fragile to touch?
You show me images too profound
To ever be imagined any other way?
You touch me like everyone else,
But with this insane delicacy?
And so I repeat...
Why do I allow you to do
what you wish with me?
It is because you are my
Inspiration,
And I refuse to hold on
With anything besides
Both hands.
For the memories are so
Blissfully obscene,
They shall never be recaptured.
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