
A photo taken by my daughter at Hillary’s Boat Harbor to show my returned love what I looked like after 28 years (very, very hard to do).
When my returned-love found my name on the net after so long, the computer was both my friend and my enemy, forming a safe barrier to hide behind until I found the courage to step into love again.
Computer Messenger
.
Banter that backfired because
literal interpretations got lost
in considered connotations,
(re-read a thousand times)
of what went way-back-when…
.
Juxtaposition of judgements.
Hastily harnessed how-comes?
Stopping me still, seriously!
Making me question us both.
.
My passionate banshee tears
initiated by tactile responses
to words type-tapped carefully.
Sometimes in casual jest
to test my reactions?
.
Is it natural to anticipate
disaster – dismissal and defend?
Not normally for me – I search
for more of your positive essence,
confirmation of my impressions.
.
I want you – all of you – now!
Every nuance of normality
shared secretly, sensually…
But other stuff too – thoughts,
reasons, why you do what you do…
.
I can’t ‘see’ the whole of you
touch your skin – breath you in.
Sense your hands on my breasts
holding me, stroking me softly.
I want – I need – I crave to.
.
Insecurity inserts itself
firmly forcing doubt-feelings
to well and grow without witness,
until you answer; you calm; you claim,
.
cover my heart and soul with caring.
Linger in my love, lay there
until we’re both sweetly exhausted
by this power, this perpetual passion
.
Frances Macaulay Forde © 2002
From my 1st book of poems ‘Hidden Capacity ~ a poet’s journey’ Published in Cork, Ireland, 2003.
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