By Shadygirl  fading_shade@hotmail.com
Date: 12 October 1999

Backward Glance

You come into  my home
And laugh
And smile
And move
As if we never knew yesterday.
Your eyes beat me,
bruised, I submit
And cower as if
I 
Should draw the curtain 
lower the shades
and ring my arms around my legs
Confessing
to a soundless, flickering
televisiom,
the witness to my truth.

You stroll into my bedroom
Like fluid
with grace
And ease.
You are my eternal magnet
and I've forced my opposing side
Repelling you
and my instinct to press
Pull
against you.
we circle the room like
Boxers.
I pray for the towel.

He walks out the door
I wilt
with a straight back
I cry
with barren eyes
and try to keep myself
from waiting
for his FINAL
Glance my way.