PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

By Peter Christopher Raymond

Copyright 2012

I gaze at my watch, turn away and feign haste

It does not feel right to take more than a taste

The gentle splendor of your tender embrace

A smile spread across your expressive face

I must not covet these moments in your favor

For fear that those feelings could fickly waver

I'll capture this juncture and clasp it in my fist

I would ruin its' beauty if I were to persist

Be grateful for this blissful instant's brevity

So not to disappoint you with my clownish levity

Yearning to glance back and catch you unaware

Jealous for much more than my rightful share

My expressions of affection are seldom discerned

I fear that they would be emphatically spurned

I've wormed my way into your good graces

Traced a path to your most vulnerable places

I left you a gift and observed the results

Had you known it was me you would be repulsed

My heart could not bear your hostile glare

Severed and seared and well beyond repair

Bleeding and pleading for some tender token

It's invariably broken and hate has awoken

My feelings are of no value and do not matter

Neither do my dreams nor my aimless chatter