" BELIEVE "

YOU SHIFT IN DISCOMFORT AS MY GAZE HITS YOUR FACE -

WHY ARE YOU SHUTTING ME OUT?

I WON'T HURT YOU

YOU SHY AWAY FROM MY TOUCH -

MY HANDS AREN'T COLD

I WON'T HURT YOU

YOU WALK AWAY FROM MY PRESENCE MY MOTIVES WEREN'T MEANT TO DRIVE YOU AWAY - BUT TO BRING YOU NEAR -

I WASN'T GOING TO HURT YOU

BUT YOU DIDN'T BELIEVE ME.

-ANA
10-13-95