This is my 7th poem. I wonder how many one must write to be any good...
Fear and desire
Where does this creeping fear come from,
and why does my heart pound so?
I feel your presence wrapping around me
like a warm, velvety cloak.
But, I am not comforted by your touch.
I find no peace in you.
I flinch, my mind recoils, my eyes dart for shelter.
Still, I want you to come closer - to speak to me, touch me.
I press in to inhale your musky sent,
although the thickness of your breath is suffocating,
I am held by some mysterious
compelling force, and the pull grows stronger
There is nothing of me left that is visible to the naked eye.
I am encompassed and long for more
Caught, I am caught. I can not get enough.
If there were an escape, I would no longer take it.
Who will save me from drowning in this corrupt desire?
You nor I have the power.