Photoshopped frame from an amateur film in the public domain--it is the face of a sleeping man

It’s afraid, It’s afraid

Oh my

love

this body

is dying

watch it

vanish

these lips,

those legs,

It’s afraid
It’s afraid

for you see

the dying

youth who

yearned for

your touch

It’s afraid
It’s afraid

because he

needs

your touch

now.

(c) Rob Goldstein 2017  All Rights Reserved

7 thoughts on “It’s afraid, It’s afraid

  1. I’m quivering as I read your potent words. In a few weeks, you’ll understand why. I’ll link to this poem which holds so much meaning for me. Thank you very much for sharing this!

    Do you recall the song, “Killing me Softly with his Song?” You did this to me with your poetry. Haha! I’m sorry for being so overly dramatic. You’ll understand why soon. 🌹

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    1. Hello, thank you for your comment. I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to reply but I’ve had a bad week. I seem to be getting past it, now. I’m glad you found meaning in this poem. I was uncertain when I posted it.

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