I watch you, I feel you
I anticipate your arrival with bated breath
Exploding in tremulous clouds of pressure that fights against your presence
You feel me watching you
And I see you growing with each stare
Gaining confidence in each touch
Yet asking nought stability, wanting nothing more than I can give
Ha, how unselfish
What motive could you possible indulge in torturing my mind and soul?
I run, I hide
You search, you find
I cannot escape your will. Leave me alone
Yet silent pleas form conflicting powers of assumption
Burrowing funnels in my mind
Blasting away the misgivings that incessantly haunt me
You want more!
In full knowledge of my inability to give what you so patiently crave
My worthiness falls short of your perceptions, but still you lurk!
Creating depth in the shadows that already exist
I fight gallantly against the narcotics that bleed into my actions
Attempting to perceive justice in our wrongdoings
I fight, I lose
You win with proud ambitions
And I gradually lose myself in your desires.
~ Sherrie Dyer