Direct and Selective

I had been reprimanded,
When I spoke of my love.
When I exposed my love.
When I stripped bare with it!
And offered to take them to heights,
Of ecstasy.

I wanted to express...
A closeness only I wanted,
Them to feel from me.
Wishing this to never end.
I thought I had discovered...
Something cherished and valued within.

And today...
When I am cordial with my greetings.
Firm with a handshake and no hug at all...
I hear the whispers saying,
'Why does he 'think' he is so much better,
Than the rest of us?
Who does he believe he is? '

And overhearing this...
I from them feel,
Even more distanced.
I never sought to find 'who' it is I AM.
THAT I am 'always' willing to share.
But I've learned to become more...
Direct and selective!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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