Unrequited

Dripping fears, like dripping tears.

Alone

Being bound is like having a ship that never sails

A guitar that is never strummed

Lace your hands over me and feel what I’ve become

Lips that never kiss

Hands that never touch

Clasping me

A horse that is never ridden

Set me free

To have a voice that never speaks

Is not hearing you speak to me.

A hunger, never fed

Is not having you in my bed

A gift and to never share it

I cannot bare it

It cuts me

A sun and to never see it

Open

I am in shade

Its dark and cold

You make my blood flow

Legs that never run

With intensity they don’t move

Can’t we spill like a wave

Eyes that never see

A secret never told…

I’m feeling you, though you never touch me

because I want you to.

Tina Smith Author of Wolf Sirens

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