Knowing what you want
Aware this is not it
Still the strings are pulled
And you plunge in head first
But barely swim you can
Thrashing around for survival
And by the powers surrounding you
Making it back to blessed land
Yet a mark has been left
An imprint of terror
The next time the guardian angel
Might not be around
Yet the urge to surf the waves
That thrill my being can't be denied

Undesired Wants

Feeling the feelings
you don't want to feel
But to feel once
And not to touch
More importantly - be touched
And the feeling ends
Relegated to the backyard barn
Full of so many, wanted undesired fleeting touches