Friday, October 12, 2007 10:15 PM
a man's touch:
gentle, comforting, loving,
reaching into the depths of soul and heart.
protective and warm,
be it father, lover or son
or so they said.
but i know, oh yes, i do.
a man's touch has nothing to do with love,
nothing to do with care and concern,
much less to protect.
instead, it dominates.
it crushes the soul, easier than the crushing of delicate rose buds,
tearing into the chrysalis of the barely developing butterfly.
instilling fear,
that lust, that want, that longing, that burning in the loins
that only serves to dilate pupils and encourage the wild beating of the heart,
the tensing of the muscles, ready for
flight.
but i won't cry.
as cliche as it is, i'll love to say that big girls don't cry
and though i'm not very big yet, but i've been through enough.
more than enough of life's twists and turns.
i've witnessed the fragility of life
and impending death.
i should be strong enough.
but i'm not.
