She Opens Herself
She opens herself hesitantly,
vulnerable,
a child afraid to look under the bed,
for fear of monsters.
Her drunken soul
spills sadness to the page,
and secrets better left unsaid,
yet I will not go there,
I will not travel down
the sultry road she's walking,
I cannot breach her drunken vulnerability,
I simply love her too much.
Copyright © Ian Kilfoil | Year Posted 2011
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