R.M. Dolin, January 16, 2024
It’s worrisome, this dynamic
of recursively inviting me into your
deepest most vulnerable space,
places not meant to be shared,
showcasing your beauty and mystery
on levels that launch me into orbit.
But each time I cozy close to
the comforting warmth of your presence,
you coldly push me away.
You don’t have to fear
me. You don’t have to dismiss
feelings and emotions you’re doubting.
You don’t have to worry
about being hurt,
I’ll never hurt you.
There's a closeness with you,
an intimacy beyond
anything I’ve known.
A charm as much as a gift
that leaves me yearning
for more, causing me to worry
about losing myself in a tragically fatal fall.
Background poem for the novel, “The Dangling Conversation.” Henry tries to convince Isabelle that he’s sincere in his love.
