by Chris G. Vaillancourt
You want my surrender.
I can sense it.
Dampness falling.
Cold air in the room.
Talking,
we melt the ice
between us.
I suggest you stay,
you agree.
I’m getting hard
in anticipation.
You want to sleep with me,
make use of my erection.
Contradict my emotions.
Forgetting my desire.
You want to use me
in an act
of masturbation.
For perspective
I walk
around the house
denying the
wanting of your passion.
We're disagreeing.
I can feel it.
I get hard
but
my emotions
are harder.
I won't forgive
and forget,
send you flowers
in the morning.
In my heart
there's been a hurricane.
My getting hard
is a waste of our time.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Over 200 of my poems have appeared in more than one hundred journals in the U.S. and Canada, in Japan and Australia, and the U.K., I have had a series of chapbooks published in the 1980's by 4 Winds Press, such titles as "Doors and Windows", "Dancing in the Eighties" and "Slow Burn"., I have had four poetry books published, "Teardrop of Coloured Soul" "I Walk Naked into a Cloud", "the Rushing Stream of Desires", and "A Yellow Sunshine Night".
Last updated August 18, 2011