Waste

You only saw my waist...
what a waste...

Phew...

His caresses on my bare skin tell me a story ...
A story of love and longing, pain and hurt
A story untold and retold many times over

The story is passionate yet subdued...
Questions and tribulations rise again
...he loves me he loves me not...I ask

I know it's irrelevant but yet

These caresses tell a story..
This heartfelt softness
Says more than all his words... written and spoken

Yet did he ever say anything
Was it all a play with words...?
A game that i too often succumb to

A game we all play to live; to survive perhaps
This maze of thought and feeling thickens
And once again i succumb...

Now i know...

... a gentle blooming flower
... a rough careless hand
..... now I know
what betrayal is .....