Friday 25 July 2008

Dare

Perched on the edge
a force behind me
pushing
forcing
insisting I move
All that is now
is good, so very good
I am loved, cherished
I sink into your occasional love
as you sink into me
Penetrating my fickle flesh
For a moments need
Behind me is bad
Forward is terrifying
I want to stay here
unmoving
with my brainless sources of comfort
and need
I want to wallow in its luxury
Today my memories of reaching out
stay sore on my skin
Marked, stained
A quick fix medal
I don’t often allow
Dare I stop?
Dare I leave?
Dare I jump?

~ Copyright Charlotte Sometimes (SRWB) 2008

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