in the dark my eyes see an outline of your hand resting on the pillow beside your head, you sleep deeply and i don't disturb you, i just stare at your hand wondering how it is possible that so many emotions have come to me from such a piece of you a hand that can touch me gently and assuage my fears, make me feel things i have never felt a hand that can touch me roughly and bring new fear, make me cry for what i have done?? i have been fooled by a man; a thing i had always promised myself would not happen. it won't happen to me; i won't be the woman saying "i fell" or "it was an accident" "he really cares about me" "he's not usually like this" but you are. you are always like this, danger and safety wrapped up and symbolized by your hand resting on my pillow, your sleeping breaths deep and regular and yet i can still hear your erratic panting your anger, your passion and i can't tear my eyes away from your hand. Go Back To Entropy Poems