Confession (from my live show The Oblivion Series)

I am left tongue-tied, ridiculous, red.

As though under a microscope and stark lights

I feel you look at me with your stunning, entire self.

Do you know how often your words have occurred to me?

Naked and plain - piercing...?

Fleeting eyes and words and feet that tease me with their clarity,

Summoning up my own shy truths

Begging to be whispered in your ear

Begging to hear more

Because you've got a direct line to my soul

And I am ready for an out-pouring of my own...

Suspicious, darting eyes,

That have seen far too many lies

Falling from lips of lovers and friends

Prevents me from saying "I am in love with you!"

In an Anais Nin/June kind of way...

Prevents me from saying "You are beautiful, and unafraid!"- and I...?

Am as a twelve year old girl discovering her warm, soft breasts for the first time:

Dizzy, and proud, and alive.

Forgive me if I cannot look you in the eye.

-JTW