Still

I keep thinking

about the way you look at me,

like you are holding back.

I wonder

how long restraint would last

if I leaned in closer,

if I let my fingers rest

where they don’t quite belong

and then

pulled away.

I like the tension in you,

the way you hold yourself

still.

I like knowing

I could undo it

slowly,

without rushing.

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

Dear Grace
A stunning poem of pull and push...when someone is holding back, we try to encourage them in a tender way to join us...not to be afraid... to love, to lust, to comfort... your words perfectly portray this intimate piece.... Thank you for sharing...
Warmly, B

[SM Davis]

Hmmm...Not sure I agree with the no italics (the font chosen is a part of the art it holds)...but respect it. The poem is nice. First date? I enjoy the confidence in this one.

[W. Barrett Munn]

This is good. If you ever want to try to get it published, I suggest ridding the italics, though. Just send it straight in 12 point Times New Roman.

[Curly Grace]

Of course, and thank you. The "this is good" was a lovely surprise I’ll gladly take. I respect your eye, even if I like to play with formatting now and then. :)

[Perdition]

Almost from the sly peripheral you keep us guessing and with a sudden word and glance we are at your mercy. Once again you top the list… congratulations on what could only be the subtle in.

[Curly Grace]

Thank you, Perdition. I’d handle that kind of mercy with care… and a little spark. ;)

[DavidGeo]

Coming off a little sociopathic today Curly.

[Curly Grace]

Only on Mondays... The rest of the week I’m delightful lol ;) wink

[Kaya]

The slow understanding of a partner, the act of two souls intertwining; a soft love. Beautifully written.

[Curly Grace]

Thank you, Kaya. I’m grateful you felt the softness in it. That means a lot.