I could reach out to you <br />but hesitancy grips- <br />freezes things <br />and I grow anger about that <br />the hesitancy you've bred in me; <br />because I sense and know you'll not reciprocate <br /> <br />I therefore then and there plan my revenge <br />I know that is silly. <br /> <br />I had a thought with myself <br />ascribing actions to you <br />you have not done yet <br />and I then count my self <br />self righteous <br />for having endured <br />what you have said <br />or not done yet <br />based solely on my predictions <br />of what you would do if I did. <br /> <br />This is crazy before crazy <br />seizes me <br />in my understanding <br />of what is real and not real <br />and then I blame you too for this. <br /> <br />He said: <br />'I see you reach out as I have wanted but <br />that hesitancy makes makes me doubt <br />your sincerity <br />and I shrink away <br />awaiting more assurance <br />that you sincerely do <br />mean what reaching out signifies. <br /> <br />It is terrors fate to <br />to lay in bed <br />and each <br />fears to touch or reach <br />before sex or affection <br />can be breached. <br />And each for different reasons <br />takes the cowards way out; <br /> <br />and freezes <br /> <br />thereby <br />guarantees <br />freezes <br />and hurt feelings. <br /> <br />Bed room reaches <br />human psyches <br />or not.<br /><br />Lonnie Hicks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/reaching-in-the-bed-room-night/
