Thus Far... (Poetry Collection)

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Why is it that we weep in caring embrace

Only truly vulnerable to the warmth we call love

Facing it with trepidation and uncertainty

We fling ourselves off the cliff of pleasurable susceptibility 

Hard stone eyes against knowing only loss
Cracked by the knowing gaze and adoration of the one with the warm brown eyes
But stopped short of true openness
Ice sprouting fervently throughout

Why is that we fear our cravings
Primal instincts so deep in our being
Forced away by the sharp hand of conformity
And excrutiating loss of those who bind us to this dreadful mother

True childlike senses heightened by touch
Carelessly defeated
Dark loneliness prevails
By fault of human nature