I miss the intimacy.
But I do not miss the secrecy,
You use to keep your thoughts from me.
I miss your touch.
But not the distance I encounter so much,
When I catch you deep and aloof in thought!
I find I'm standing on a threshold...
Invited to come in.
Feeling I am welcomed,
As long as I pretend...
You are inside a space to share,
Even though I am without you completely there!
Until your reach beseeches me.
And I obey and come unquestioned.
To be taught lessons only you can teach!
My weakness is captured,
And you sense my defeat!
I miss the intimacy.
And I wish it wasn't an addiction!
But with you it is!
We each need this 'fix'.
Knowing it will be supplied...
Stripped and naked and embraced with sighs.
Thrusting with a love only two like us can share,
Bared...
Without complications to interfere or deny!
Yet kept climaxing,
In fulfilled unanswered wonder.
Great write Lawrence, many will relate to this fantastic perception of yours.....excellent poem worth more than the scores on the doors. clean dishes Jon
hey I really related to your poem and thought your insight is so perceptive, Thank you. Karen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Is it addiction? ‘Fixation’? Psychic-Fixation…obsessively...like ‘Subtle Go Getter’ Enjoyed the poem Sir. Ten++ Ms. Nivedita. UK