the limpets kiss
soft, unlikely
unexpected
looked like leather
gentle
when protecting me.
he gathered courage together
and touched without an invite
inevitably
used the cover of night
to move
the haze of alcohol
proved
what he was really thinking
the bristle of his beard
a feeling I always feared
and such reservation confirmed
could not contain my wince and squirm
as I half turned, away
from the limpets kiss
my engagement should never have come to this
awkward came the fumbling
confident came his
always known
never wanted
finding difficulty in go away words
thought I was a bit of both
always a sloth
when it comes to experimentation
the persistent pick at the fact they know you
better than yourself
and that makes the strongest mind,
anxious, yet weak to find answers
I struggle to speak
so true intention never made clear
told him that
in school was shown
about holes and pegs
unaware of latents who beg
for something different
said I was never born that way
still holding on
where his ascending hands
soft as any mothers, looking sad
like a first son leaving home.
DG
Sat 9th May 2009 18:43
Pierre, tu dois l'écrire. Ignorez-la, et dit-moi.