by Denele D. Biggs
I’m stagnant,
Stuck in this awful space.
Your stance is unwavering.
I keep pushing, forcing energy, through the days and nights to get to your face
Your intellect intimidates me.
How can we coexist, if you don’t even know that I exist?
My apologies if I continue to persist but it’s you I can’t resist.
Your passion fascinates this.
I’m being aggressive to conceal my timidness.
You are my blessed assurance that is endless.
With you I have discovered a love that is infinite.
You could set sail a thousand ships and I am waiting to enlist.
You have a boundless willingness.
I want to be your protector and I’m ready to defend this.
I’m saving myself for you, and I’m trying to claim my investment.
Your professionalism is effervescent.
I am asking if we can stop accusing self-reliance.
I’m letting Him take control and I am in repentance.
Your drive is charismatic.
You with me is how I will end this.
Hopeful that He will answer my kneemail as I pray this.
I am far from finished but I want to initiate this union between you and me so that we can be.
But it’s a fact that you intimidate me.
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Denele D. Biggs is a writer from/residing in Pittsburgh, PA. She is currently in the process of working on several writing projects. For more information, visit www.facebook.com/ddenisebiggs or follow her on twitter, @deneledbiggs
