FROZEN DESIRE
I see her
I want her
why do I not ask?
What is it
within me
that shrinks from the task?
I hurt, I need
I want to love
Like a deer in the headlights
what am I afraid of?
So I watch her
admiring
intensely desiring
so physically able
yet pinned to this table.
It might feel too good
might be my dream.
Somehow I don't want that
as strange as it seems.
So I'll just remain here
right where I am
Just face the facts fella
you're not worth a damn.
Lord, what stops my soul
from being free
from acting, asking ,
from being me?
RRE © 2-11-01
