Be vain for me
Be a cloud and rain on me
Arraign me arrest me lean on me test me
Corner me in the cell
Beat a confession out of me
I will prevail.
At blessed sunset we sail.
Shake me wake me with bright lights
Be an elegant earthquake of daybreak.
There is still warm darkness under my skin
And a delicate delicious darkness in my mind.
I will rise.
On Saturday I will kiss flesh and wet eyes.
Be not tame for me
Be wild, vicious, and insane for me
Disobey me with lies sly and sweet...
Push me down; your weight on me keep.
I will fight.
Our wild war is a cliff with steep sides.
Take me make me your own:
Your trinket your possession a ticket to concession.
Always the choice: a stranger to us.
Our love lies in wait: dark, delicious, dangerous.
I will stand.
Call me Father-Lover-Friend-Husband.
Stake me on an anthill.
Impose vengeance and your will.
Close your eyes and dance, until...
We kiss, make up-- and find love is what we make of it.
I will bend.
But I will not break.. I have strength enough to lend.
Sink white teeth into my skin.
Throw white rose petals and caution to the wind.
Hike with fingers and feet the landscape of my limbs.
Never close enough to you, the distance insane and insistent.
I will dance.
We move in step to music then stop to hold/kiss-- a stable stance.
Feel the sensation of synergy.
Eternal and vernal, spring sends energy.
Back and forth is our ebb and flow...
Then gently your wishes and will bend with me.
I will touch.
I hold you like a thought, a secret guarded as such.
Feel wonder and warm in the midst of a spring storm.
Lightning divides the sky with sheets of heat and light--
Angels shouting at each other... thunder.
See. Read. Believe what I write.
I will stay.
We will give and survive to live another day.
5.2.2006
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