Why a new poem
Why must you entice me with those large hands Which trail along me, screaming lusty betrayal? Why must have you, your skillful finger ran Near the warm ocean where you wish to sail? Why must you, after I told you of my status Send musky shivers down my aching spine? This joy in your eyes withered quite fast As I walked home with tremors in my mind Why must you place my body and mind In a vicious duel, as I throw my head back And sigh, and you stand closely behind In a moral trial, as my head...