Gently Moving

I wish to scream "I am",

I cannot want to scram.

Not what I need, but want.

Trouble that does not taunt.

My man, he is so Far!

He lingers in his car.

Love for us is all I trust,

because I do, I must.

Freedom from hypocrisy,

is all I really want to see.

He is so kind and real to me,

this man I rarely feel; intimacy.

Today, a fresh cut rose,

I do not feel hosed.

I will not still propose,

a life-long of compose.

Gently moving in repose.

K.A.P.

6/29/2009