Friday, August 4, 2017

It's wrong

In pain
I reach out
to help him
this is wrong
or so I'm told
by society
by they're wrong
not me
how can it be
comforting arms
joyful jubilation
spontaneous giving
this is wrong?
sharing a small part
of oneself....
you who's always
backed away
never letting people
get too close
or so you think
who will touch
but won't be touched
think you've got to be
so firm, so strong
everyone's rock
I'm sure you'll cry
locked in some room
I could come to you
in fullness of feeling
and naked with love
but you'll say it's wrong