inside me
given to you
a gift you
refused, to scare me to
scar me to drop me
over that cliff, that curb
wanting to touch you to kiss you
to giggle in the sand
but
you let go of my hand
and oh oh oh you had warned me
the storm would be rough
and wow did you signal
it would not be enough
and crap did it happen
i chased without fear
but ghostlike in vapor
desire disappeared
and so like a dark fog
neglected to stand
you held and then fell and
let go of my hand
(c) 2016 douglas brent smith
