Take It Back

31 Jul 2000

That glance
that speared my heart
sent chills racing straight to my loins
and tattooed my aching soul
with loneliness yet again.
Why do you look at me with yearning
child hanging upon your every affection
and second glances stabbing me?
If you are not going to
take my hand
speak your mind
open your heart
then please, keep on walking.
I have no heart
for dalliances so brief
and games that people play,
and want no sweet lies.
You second-look
follow me with longing eyes
yet make no move
to know my name.
That glance
that razor-blades my joy
and reminds me of my solitude
take it back,
for I have no heart to give 
frivolously.


© 2000, Tara Tambolleo