TREMORS

Lotions and oils for the soul and the skin

Sit cupped in the palm of her hand

He hopes they will stay

Not stray far away

As a moment transformed

Through emotional storm

For then worry and doubt

Cast its’ head all about

When time together is scant

His heart fears a new slant

In her gaze, in her eyes,

Second thoughts may arise

And lead her to part from him

*

No rational thought

So illogically sought

Has a basis in fact

Nor should lead him to act

But the mind plays its’ games

Such a treacherous shame

He must bottle them up

In a cast iron cup

There long to remain

Forever and a day

Hidden

Unbidden

Depraved

 

 

Copyright r.b.franklin 25/05/07

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