conflict

lily-white and pale, unending
your soft breath and minute hands
poetry, you can't help it
it infiltrates every move
and nose to nose
became purity.

a brash, braggart turn of head
strip me down, right down
to the coarse vulnerability
and enjoy me.
i want, i need-
too scared, i don't feel
overbearing and towering
over me, over my heart
weak shadows
i try desperately, shielding
from this influence.
it would be too hard
ultimately so easy
to sacrifice.

but your image i keep
tucked away beneath
secret from them
too cherished by me.