That one day I wanted rest,
was the one day I couldn’t sleep much at all
nerves, and skin ablaze I lay
attempting to rest, sleep, doze off
but it never really overtook me.
I found out that I had a desire long repressed.
Unexpressed like, simmered to the surface.
the desire I found to be nigh unbearable.
I felt as if I were sick, yet my affliction
needed no medicine for the cure was right beside me
Asleep like a beautiful penguin lay the one who could cure me.
Honestly I’d admit to my affliction
and ask for help.
But I am shy.
shy when I want to be the bold, ferocious feline that goes out and does things.
I only can admit to this post-hoc.
for my desires ravaging my system were contrary to my rational self.
After awhile, coming to terms with my amor
I said, “please.”