Fragile

When our naive minds
think the time has come
I will follow you into a room
where we keep our most intimate armor
You will take off your clothes
and sit at the edge of the bed
A subtle window into your mind
where the those wisps of thoughts clamor
I see your need growing
I feel it spark in me as well
I need to fulfill you
I want the fantasy of your pleasure to be real
But I won't move or speak
I will stand there, looking at you
Transfixed by the image of you,
your beautiful, vulnerable form so appealing
But I'll stay that way
Until I think I know
how to heal the wound I plan to make
I don't feel strength inside me
Unless I think of you, so fragile
So cruelly, unbearably damaged
I have the best of intentions
But I feel misguided and dangerous
I feel as if the tenderest touch of my hands will lacerate your skin
As if my face against your neck will collapse your throat
No, no, I can't do it
I won't go through with it
I'll tell you I'm sorry
that I chose the lesser harm
And I won't listen when you tell me it's okay
Because I know it's not.
We both need to change.