Somewhere the sandbags are piling against the floodwaters of fear and insecurity that lust and honesty broke through. Someday the ripples of desire will grow stagnant with nothing more than fantasy to remain. Pain is not a pleasure and pleasure is not a pain. Apologies are not in order for acts of passion and vain. There are others to be considered in this narrow plot. Hold tight to the present and the love you've got. Somewhere, someday it will rain.

"All Apologies."

Hi radiogirl, and thank you so much for posting. This is a very thought-provoking piece which says a great deal in but a few words.

I want to welcome you to the poetry board, and to assure you that you are always most welcome here.

Thanks again for sharing your thoughts with us. I look forward to reading more.

Ubi caritas et amor, Deus ibi est.

thank you for sharing...

misty