Touch So Fatal

Was your touch or was it not so fatal, For I have often heard of endless lies. Reverence, care, and love for my cradle Have never lain within what I despise. Was it in spite of my mere reluctance, So mere was it, or definitely clear That you imposed upon my innocence, And expected me not to shed a tear? I detest the mistiness of the night You held my hand, promised a better way, A fog that then kept blurring my sight, Whether at night or during gleaming day. I shortly glanced and found beauty, so *****, That I realized beauty can ride fear. Jessica J. H. 13th of march 07