Avoidance
Avoidance
(it was the only title I could think of!;)
It's this path we've trodden
So many times before.
This delicate dance of wits.
Avoiding the main issue.
We talk of
Ship schematics,
Personell problems,
Crew shifts.
Averting our eyes.
Not wanting to see what lies beyond,
In our thoughts,
Which hold our true feelings.
Dammit, I'm so sick of holding back!
Even if it is for the crew's benefit.
I want to do something for me,
For a change.
Pretend I'm in those free-ranging hormones days of being a teenager,
(Which I never really experienced,
For I preferred to stay with my non-heart-breaking books,
On a long Saturday night.)
And throw myself at you.
Covering that tanned skin
With kisses
And not even bothering to wipe off the lipstick
I'd leave behind.
But I holdl myself in,
Letting you go after only
A pat on the back
And a wide smile,
Which doesn't even begin
To say what I need to say,
Or to thank you
For giving me something to smile about
On this long journey home.
Celestia '99
