Wednesday, December 21, 2011

It has come to this...

I run
I hide
I deny
I lie

But you...
have uncovered the shame
the suppressed likes
charged me for the stolen glances


and so
I prepare
stretching my legs
arching my back
deeply breathing in the cold December air
getting ready to run

but you are the stallion
ever ready
on my heels
willing to go where ever I may try to hide.