ORIGINAL POEM: SORRY, BUT I CAN'T

Sorry, But I Can’t by Kenny Davis

I can’t look into her eyes
For fear of getting lost in them and falling in love again
For fear of with a single glare, my love for her will be pouring out
Like Jesus for Lazarus, my heart crying out

I can’t watch her mouth to read her lips
For fear of wanting to taste and feel her lips against that, of mine
The jolt of the surge of the kiss that is only hers
Sending a fiery pulse through my spine

I can’t draw myself to hug her body
For fear of never wanting to let her go
The thought of embracing her in my arms is too much
Oh no, no, no. This can’t be so.

I can’t fix my mouth to say, “I miss you!”
“When you are near me, I want to kiss you.”
Can’t fix my mouth to say, “I love you!”
“God is the only one I hold above you.”

I can’t stretch my hand out to take hers
The softness of her silk-like skin coveted in my palm
Compelled to draw her closer to me
Snuggly fitted within my arms

I can’t stand to see her cry
I can’t stand to see her in pain while I stand idly by
I cry when she sheds because she is my heart
So much hurt, so much pain, tears it apart

I can’t stand to go to sleep
For fear of seeing her in my dreams
My fantasy of her here with me is what I dreamt it would be
Only to wake up without you in reality

I can’t find myself
To lie to her about how I feel
To deny the powerful privilege of loving her
Is to say to her, “Sorry, but I can’t be real.”
©August 2011 k.davis