Like a sneeze

I hold back my affection, like a sneeze.

I contract, I withdraw into my feelings.

And everything I don't say implodes inside me in a heartache of modesty..

.. The unfulfilled desire of my tenderness, unable to feed on love, gnaws at itself to become this shy sorrow that comes with amorous silences.

In the void, the heart speaks. I choke it, and it bites me back.

 

 

 

Done