Fear

Like a child
I walk on tiptoe
pass the dates and the dinners and the laughs
too afraid someone can guess what I think
too afraid if I show you what I feel
you would take it like a knife
hide it in your pocket
your weapon for the time when we part
I would have a wound from this minute of longing
I hide my face in my hand
keeping myself from drowning in your eyes when you look
at me with your hand trying to touch
my hand
but I shrink away almost running
from being too close
the fear too vivid
even when I lay next to you
I can't let my sense forget the pain...
© Anh Đào 2006