self imagination
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I sit, staring longingly at the pen in my hand,
begging it to convey in written word the thoughts
that cloud my consciousness.
The pen in her hand dances freely across the pages of her journal,
its archives overflowing with eloquent brilliance.
I rest my fingers on the ivory keys of the instrument that I have wished to know dearly.
But a lack of creativity confronts me- intimidates me so that I become
terrified of the sound that my idle hands might produce.
Her slender fingers are strong and courageous,
daring and bold.
Their delicate curvature controls rhythm and melody with perfection
in a breathtaking symphony.
I love him from a distance.
My lonely body aches for his welcome touch-
only in my imagination have I allowed him to relinquish my deepest desires.
She falls asleep in his arms every night,
rises each morning to his gentle caress.
She knows the pleasures and joys of true intimacy,
understands the rewards that accompany vulnerability.
The fear that captures me and controls my movement
inspires her to break free-
propels her forth into the unknown
on wings of curiosity and bravery.
My reality is pregnant with confusion and doubt,
mitigated by repressed emotion abiding within.
Her reality exists in the universe parallel to mine-
she is my perfect counterpart,
the image of all that I am not
but wish to be.
I see her reflection
in the mirror
mounted on my
cellar door.
I sit, staring longingly at the pen in my hand,
begging it to convey in written word the thoughts
that cloud my consciousness.
The pen in her hand dances freely across the pages of her journal,
its archives overflowing with eloquent brilliance.
I rest my fingers on the ivory keys of the instrument that I have wished to know dearly.
But a lack of creativity confronts me- intimidates me so that I become
terrified of the sound that my idle hands might produce.
Her slender fingers are strong and courageous,
daring and bold.
Their delicate curvature controls rhythm and melody with perfection
in a breathtaking symphony.
I love him from a distance.
My lonely body aches for his welcome touch-
only in my imagination have I allowed him to relinquish my deepest desires.
She falls asleep in his arms every night,
rises each morning to his gentle caress.
She knows the pleasures and joys of true intimacy,
understands the rewards that accompany vulnerability.
The fear that captures me and controls my movement
inspires her to break free-
propels her forth into the unknown
on wings of curiosity and bravery.
My reality is pregnant with confusion and doubt,
mitigated by repressed emotion abiding within.
Her reality exists in the universe parallel to mine-
she is my perfect counterpart,
the image of all that I am not
but wish to be.
I see her reflection
in the mirror
mounted on my
cellar door.