You crave my touch, yet/
your vocal silence strongly/
sets up barriers.
OR
You crave my touch, yet/
your thoughtless silence sets up/
walls and barriers.
Could she,
with walls built high
and deep
open a small door
to her keep
and let me
in?
What does she fear?
What holds her back?
That I’ll get too near?
Place her heart under attack?
Perhaps, but she should know this:
All pain
is worth that gain.
and that risk.
She sometimes feels
I exist to romance her.
But what if I’m what’s real,
and simply God’s answer?