Boxing In My Heart Poem by Nancy Handabile

He is what he is
Two days down the line
And I am missing him
His smile which is rarely given
His nonchalant style of dress
Did i mention his lazy smile

I am not at fault
Nor is he for that matter
But he kissed my hand
when he was asked if I was his

His hands, his arms
Just looking at his hands on my body
So hot, so enthralling


He is considerate,
I bet he is as a lover too
I want him
but do not want to give myself to him

I know myself
How idiosyncrasies like that reel me in
How I obsess and fall

This time
It will not happen
I am keeping my pride in
Keeping my heart boxed in
Because after all
He is who he is
A man