stay – dverse
“He wants me to sleep with him”
“Is that what you want?”
“I don’t know, but he needs me.”
“And I don’t?”
“That’s not what I mean.”
Fingers find memories
From cheek, past breast, to thigh
No words, just the silence of our breath
For in a moment she’d be in my arms
soon enough she’d be away
The price of words unsaid.
bwfiction 
Quite a complicated moment packed into such a short poem. That’s really cool and hard to do. Well done.
Thanks Justin – appreciate it.
Wow, brilliantly done. Take a bow from me.
thanks!
Lovely poem, Bill!
thanks Resa – a long long ago memory. I think this is the first attempt – and over time I will write it again.
Sometimes I wonder what the memory from the other vantage point might be.
Great thought!
That price – wonder if it’s the words unsaid or that words said that has the highest price.
There is a price to words unsaid, isn’t there?
remaining silent is a choice too.
oh i wish we would be able to speak those words that need to be said…
Whew, what a situation! If only people could find the words at times like this, so much hurt could be spared.
it is the unsaid words that scare me most..
a failure to tell them of love…a failure to say no
a failure to speak up
The price of words unsaid – sometimes actions speak louder ~ And how they can hurt terribly ~