In Resisting

in resisting you
your breaths so near my nostrils
your hands
warming my hands
your hair blown by this
scented air
from your eyes
silently too
gazing
sizing what i may give you

i gently
lift your hands
away from my hands
shy away from your hair
trying to entwine
some locks of my hair
i waft the scented
air away from
my nostrils
i gaze away
from your gaze

i walk a step farther
away from you
i become a boat
my mind like paddles
sailing away from you

against the current
i begin to feel
that i am a rock
in the middle
of this raging river

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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