Butterfly Wing Caress

His grip is strong

Commanding and possessive…

But not in a bad way.

I do not feel owned, as an object would be…

I just feel adored.

As if… something in his embrace is right

And… it feels good.

Which is surely a change.

My head is buried in his chest

But I pull back

And look up at his loving eyes.

I tilt my head back

And part my lips

Closing my eyes, halfway

So that I won’t be surprised when his lips

Finally make contact with my own.

But he doesn’t make a move

Save close his eyes

And so I think to myself

He doesn’t want to make the first move

He doesn’t want to do it wrong.

So…

I push myself up

To press my lips to his…

But I never make it.

One hand disengages itself from my waist

And his fingertips brush against my proffered lips

A butterfly wing caress.

He stares into my eyes

His fingers still pressed to my mouth.

I kiss his fingers

And touch my tongue to them

Wanting him to remove them

So that I can pull his head down

To meet my own.

… It never happens

As he whispers

“…I can’t…”

And as the first tear falls

He closes his eyes

So he won’t have to see

The hurting within mine

Misty blue pools of pain

And I pull away from his hold

For I no longer feel adored…

Only unwanted.

Reviews

[anne p. murray- LadeeAn..]

Beautifully written, yet reflects your sadness for feelings of rejection.
We have all been there in those moments of angst. For communication at such times is closed down, therefore explanations and feelings remain stuffed down in our hearts.
You wrote this so well with a vividly set scene of two people in the midst of a kiss not completed

[The Analog Kid]

Even though you write of unrequited love, you tell a story in a mature way. Beautiful done.

[joshua deathdealer]

Excellent work!! Loved it.

[roy mccarthy]

beautiful poem,
sad but well written!

[Magic plus the mayhem.]

Beautiful, and sad pome. :) Love it!