Wednesday, June 15, 2011

OUTSTRETCHED

I saw your hands outstretched,
your palms open and warm:
In them you offered hope,
hope that your love will be lasting.

I heard you say,
'do not my advances refuse,
for with intentions fair,
I approach with a lovefilled heart'

Your mouth of words tired:
Those words that should have been calm,
but my troubles were even severer
for the poor bliss of your words to settle

My insecurities raged onwards:
your palm I refused, and my way I went.

2 comments:

  1. Like my kids would say 'elaa'

    Lovely poem

    Adiya

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  2. PS Had to change my url. Sorry for the inconvenience.

    Adiya
    http://museorigins.blogspot.com (formally the corner shop- had to change my url X_x)
    http://museorigins.com

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