11: The Fear

I fear that this day would come,

Feeling the palpitation of the

Mango like shaped gland.

Feeling the beat of it,

Pounding so hard beneath

The cavity of the chest.

Pounding and pounding,

Making me feel jumpy

As the thought of you,

Touches my quite dormant mind.

Is this the feeling that I fear so much?

Or just another knock off version of it?

If it's the latter then It'll be best,

To just flush it down the john.

If it's the former then I should take time,

To think things through.

So as not to enter,

Another half baked connection.

That would hurt and wound us,

For the rest of our existence.