I
know it would be wrong to act upon feelings felt.
But
what is it to push them down underground?
Day
by day, the yearn for you continues to burn.
Blazing
fire raging from my desire.
Nothing
good comes from hiding a volcano.
Pressure
building with no release.
Temptation.
Dreaming
of your hands clenched upon my hips.
Jumping
from a burning bridge.
Shark
infested waters lay await.
Either
way there is nothing left but my goodbye.
Guilt
or regret.
I
will question either way.
Loneliness
is my bitter enemy.
But
togetherness would be my destruction.
To
me, you do not belong.
But
for me, you seem to have been made.
No
matter how many goodbyes and reasons why,
The
taste of your lips will never be far from my mind.
Thoughts
of you.
Ragged
breath.
Clenched
fists upon my sheets.
Your
hold.
Restraint.
Demanding my body’s response.
Like
rain falling upon the desert high.
My
life refreshed.
Your
kiss. Your touch. Your love.
All
not mine to be had.
Frustration.
Humiliation.
Even
from across the room.
My
breath, exasperation.
With
one look, the wrong only seems right.
Like
saltwater to a castoff,
For
one more moment with you,
My
self-destruction leaves no fear in me.
© 2012 Elizabeth Rockhill
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