Fear

Another free-form poem, just expressing a particular moment in my mind.

To burn,

To peel, shiver, break into slivers,

To touch,

To feel, hold, hope for the next whatever;

What is this thing?

What torment inspires such feelings,

Such wanderings of the mind?

Perhaps, say some, ‘tis love;

Yes, perhaps;

Or, say I, perhaps,

‘Tis fear of love,

Which so inspires.