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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