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Waiting In Fear
(11/26/1971 / New York)

Waiting In Fear

Poem By Eila Mahima Jaipaul

I can feel you
there waiting for me;
like the smell of perfume
or the feel of silk
drawing me.
drawing me
now that we've touched
I can not stop the wanting
the longing
I can not stop from touching you again
or at least trying to
I seem to fail at this
more often than I succeed
but its only another spur to keep on
it frightens me, how much I want you
how drab and dreary I feel
when we do not speak, compared to when we do
I want you, to drink you all in
despite the cautions
it is the wanting
that frightens me most of all

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A very real poem that finds a sensual but non-romantic reality.