Jan 22, 2007 17:01
Graceful lines and tendrils
leaves, velvety green
your beauty is apparent
and so is your sting
The nettle is
not evil, or malicious.
Made into a tea
it's delicious.
You cannot help being poisonous
to me
the fault is not yours
but that is no reason
for me to wallow
in your stinging lushness
I need to avoid you
not because you intend harm
I need to avoid you
because harm happens
The fault may very well
lie within me
but that does not make
it wise to be
immersed in that which brings me down
raising the negative voices
enshrouding my fragile heart
choking the love light
with shades out doubt
the fault may very well
lie within me
but I still need to disconnect
and be free