Your words and gestures reflect
no measure in your aloof eyes
to soothe my pallid insecurities.
I flounder thru perception errors
as you voice feel like grand favors.
I wish to know love's florid flush
in confidence blooms clearly rosy
not cloudy tenders floating doubts
where you repeatedly pose me.
Be it splendid or crumbling despair,
my need craves your heart's reveal.
Whether I reside cruelly splintered
or dwell in love's fueled contentment,
let me enter your genuine sector.
December 1, 2019
Copyright © CayCay Jennings | Year Posted 2019