Super Check

Sitting beside you,
Transfixed by what
Is holding you,
While my hands stumble
Held in check, wanting,
But not freely
Touching you because
Sometimes I can be wild
As a tigress hunting,
And I will not open up
The jungle I contain
Exposing you to all
That is kept quiet
So I can navigate
Polite society.
Still, I feel it and know,
Just a word, a touch,
Could crumble all
The self I create,
Allowing my hunger
To become as
Feral as a wild cat,
Taking you for mine
In a moment of time
Lost, left unending.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

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