Conflicting Wishes

To feel the droplets, but still be dry,
To dance in open, but still be shy,
Piled high within me deep inside,
Are, my conflicting wishes ready to ride.
Tactics, emotions and dominance,
The decisive time has them all at once,
The darling delimma with its messy web,
Confuses me to ponder long till Feb.
A flashback of my voyage of life,
Showed, it was never easy to decide,
However, the bank that my rows selected,
Always made me delightful and elated.
Today, I choose to live them all,
To kiss my dry skin;
After wiping those drops of rainfall.
Alongside goes my merry dancing,
With joy and shyness coming from praising.