I crave your attention
just as I fear it,
wondering: what would you do
if you only knew?
I hear your laugh,
try to coax if from you
as a lover might coax a blush,
while despairing in the irony
that the only gift I can offer you
is the armor
I can’t help but hate.
I hate it as I love it.
I need it as I wish
that I could throw away
all such artifice.
Wish that I could
shed my sword and shield
all for you.
If you glance my way, though,
you might see me,
see a false man.
I fear your laughter
as much as I desire it.
For, if you see me,
you might use that glorious sound
as a weapon against me.
It's Lady Who (Aneesa). Sorry that I've been away so long.
ReplyDeleteI LOVE this piece. It's absolutely beautiful, darling.
Thanks! It's an older piece, but I'm rather fond of it. I think this one was inspired by an acquaintance of mine that I was interested in. He was also my muse for "Euphemisms", "Searching for a Metaphor" and "The Way Things Are".
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