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.