840 [10 November 2010]

“It’ll get better”, he said,
arousing my curiosity as I fled
my embarrassment, my shame,
my ever-increasing desire
to wrap my soul around his existence.
The words mean many things,
each one indicating knowledge
of my growing attraction,
of my growing fear,
of my body breaking down;
each one revolving in my mind.
Oh how he sees me.
I have missed it and fear it.
The more he sees me,
the more he knows me,
the more he affects me.

© Johanna Fugitt 2017

About taikodragonjkf

Member of Spokane Taiko. Poet. Newbie weight lifter. Love cats and baseball.
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