Keep It To Yourself

Stop wielding yourself like a club.
Let someone else talk for a change.
Intelligence is subtle. You are not.
Others need to be recognized.
Don’t quash. You’re more fragile than you think.
Or maybe you know it, and that’s why you’re punchy with volume.

Either way, it’s not my problem. I’m just still getting used to it.

Standing Still

Standing still
and watching you
is no substitute
for reaching out
and touching you.

Touching you
with my pale flesh
is no substitute
for reaching out
and tasting you.

Tasting you
with my red warmth
is no substitute
for reaching out
and pressing against you.

Pressing against you
with my nudity
is no substitute
for reaching out
and enveloping you.

Enveloping you
with my strongest embrace
is no substitute
for reaching out
and penetrating you.

Penetrating you
with all my mind, body, and soul,
is no substitute,
for loving you.

Loving you
with all that I am, and then some,
is no substitute
for loving you enough
to let you go.

--for No-one in particular.