Man's Love

 
Lingers the feeling of hurt
deep inside the well of soul
reminincent of melancholy
desiring affections of substance
 
The dawn blush  
man is not made of such
Fickle laws of attraction
make a man lust
not for what is sacred
but what can be touched
 
The pnuema within me
hidden by the unseeming  
cloaked for your pleasure
never understanding the power of sexualty  
I remain chaste of vision
 
Unchanged by a man's love
altered beauty remain innocent
unwept by mankind
 
A gentle creature of doubt
I hesitate at opening up
my vulnerability beautiful only to you
my awkwardness humbling
 
I stumble on the words to seduce
it is a foreign language
honesty my allure
revealed only to you
 
Stranger to an illicit forwardness
I succumb to your voice
Coming forward from the dark
cloaked in shadows
not revealed to the mortal heart