SBST '10 (4)

There was feeling tonight.

They say that you cannot forget

your first love, but I don't know

if that is true. I have yet to love.

But I have lived.

In living I have felt

and there was so much to feel tonight.

I felt them close to tears,

and I remembered the warmth

of salted water on my cheeks.

I felt their joy

and I lost myself to tribal music,

drums leading my feet.

I felt their smug attitude

and ignored it to supplement my mood-

pensive but not notably so.

I felt his agitation,

it reminded me that we all feel.

Then I remembered that I hate feeling.

I hate feeling vulnerable.

I hate feeling open.

I hate feeling judged,

but I need to be judged to love.