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Shame

By Roy D. Follendore III

Copyright (c) 2005 by RDFollendoreIII

October 17, 2005

 

She is my secret lover.

Her senses drive these black emotions

that rise in jellied currents like nineteen fifty reasons

finding cracks through my earths deepest and darkest pockets.

I have felt her power and she is stronger than any brains ocean.

And I personally know her fame.

Am I worthy of this life with her love?

Yes or No?

This question of doubt should transform me, but doesn't.

There are few doubts she gives in return for knowing.

There is no place for me to turn my face.

How easily I could point to my every weakness

and as well a thousand other feelings I shall not name.

A man as weak as me can do nothing more.

How easy it would be to speak of feelings that exist below what it is to be sane.

I simply worship her translucent feet.

and in return she allows me to remain her invisible lover,

for as long as I am able to keep our bargain to secretly feel her up again.

 

 

 

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