Scared

Scared

 

If there is safety nestled in the curves of your elbows,

Pull me in and smother me against the line traced down your chest.

Speak to me in words laced with ether, and I will not be afraid.

 

Look me in the eyes and tell me you never feel afraid;

That those nights it thunders you reach out and take my elbow,

You aren’t wishing I was closer, my hair sprouting from the pores on your chest.

 

I wish there was safety in this fist that beats beneath my chest.

In dreams, I cannot feel you and I wake in pieces afraid.

I push my hips back into your hips; we wilt together like the bend of an elbow.

 

Take me by the elbows, press my cheek to your chest; tell me I don’t need to be afraid.

Reviews

[zainul]

Learning tritina is a new experience.
Shared a lovely feeling quite nicely.
Wonderful write.

The three words for the tritina are chosen nicely, and work wonderfully for the end of this poem. I also like your willingness in this poem to convey emotion, leaving all your vulnerabilities for the reader to see. Keep writing!!!!

[minisla]

Nice Job- only one issue with it was overuse of certain words

[Genna]

Thank you so much! Glad you liked it. The repetition of the words chest, afraid, and elbow is actually part of the poetic form. It's a tritina, which is a shorter version of a sestina. Thanks again for the read!

[minisla]

My apologies. I've lots to learn about poetry and the ways it can be written.