Unrequited Love
by P.J. Sutherland

My senses reel when Tom enters the room
The very air is charged with energy
Then I hear Tom's voice so soft and gentle
And I hunger for the touch of his hands
Angry when those hands touch another
Even when the touch is impersonal
Simple contact in the line of duty
Jealous of others who hear his laughter
Who bask in the warmth of his sweet smile
I love to see him on days like today
Oh, how I dread the other times he comes
Those other times filled with pain and fear
Those are the moments when I hold him close
The feel of Tom's body pressed against me
I wrap my protective arms around him
And wish once more he was not so reckless
Why must he always be the daring one
Endangering his life time and again
I fear each time will be the final one
And I have only one question to ask--
Does a biobed have a heart to break?

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