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what is sickening yet sweet is the way I hold myself

back whenever you and I chance meet

our eyes forever seem to look and lock

only to then again retreat

and this stumbled upon occasion seems to so often

itself repeat

bringing to mind in the aftermath

a slow, sinking feeling of defeat

like a lamb who can't find sturdy footing nor its

wobbly feet

my heart chooses to lie upon the floor of my chest

instead and pathetically bleat

maybe my intelligence and experience are finally

turning themselves against me

and this possibility of love denied has fallen into

the hands of the powers that be

I love the man concerned but I can't help but fear the

likelihood of my inner self somehow getting lost

so my cowardly heart stands back

a discreet distance with its not yet trusting arms

defiantly crossed

bright possibilities can lead the lonely and

unsuspecting into dangerous territory

changing all parties involved into either a happy

ending or a horror filled story

I choose not to take such a dark and unchartered path

instead I'd rather observe other ventures into such

regions

sit back study closely and laugh................

(written March 26,1992 am)