Rapture

passion
long forgotten

buried
in a crypt
built by fear
and distrust

emotional
anesthesia:
my last line
of defense

it has failed

to lower
these defenses,
i must concede

vulnerability
versus
emotional risk

what balance
exists
in surrender?

your truth
will turn
the tide

let the dead
arise

let the feelings
return

open heart
empty mind

Kid gloves

touch -
the
tactile
sensation

intimate
contact
yields
involuntary
reaction

this curse,
cast upon me
so young

innocence lost
yet never forgotten

formerly powerless
to stop
insidious betrayal

i trembled
like a child

in defense
of fragile
wholeness

but now
that power
has returned

no more fear

how to rebuild
safe physical
vulnerability?

trust is the key

love
creates it

intimacy
solidifies it

who the hell can i trust
anymore?