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By willtobe1 Date: 2003 Mar 27 Comment on this Work [[2003.03.27.14.05.9747]] |
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So sit forward, if you will and think me behind you Imagine my hands, firm and warm, strange and new Kneading and stroking and tracing your back Gripping out to your shoulders down each side of your spine Drop your head; arch your back just let go and unwind! I can feel you relax as we gossip and laugh We sing the Song of Ourselves as we talk this and that Of books, movies, music And loves past, and losses, and dreams And "He said" and "She said" And things we have seen And quicker and thicker thoughts bloom, spring to mind Then to tongue in attempting to spring out in time Before talk that careens in and out of control Quickly gets too far downstream for THAT to get told And profusions of meaning at near-fission speeds Spill and dance at edges of half-guessed-at needs Somehow leaving unstated our most-purposed facts As on purpose we trust us to time-inspired tact And I think that its this I love most of romance: This tacit refraining from plumbing full deepness Is itself, in itself, a most sweet shared agreement Now I nudge you and smile Now you push me and grin After some sly or clever conversational spin Now we'll just sit together Not saying a thing (It's a mystical thing when the silences sing!) ************************************************ Having talked now, and touched We're a bit more familiar The first building blocks laid Of our time spent together And if we seem to agree that things are sure to get better Then it's time to move on! (do I dare? Yes, I do!) Leaning forward I'll brush back your hair with my cheek My mouth within sense but not touch of your ear And I'll dream to you, softly with breath-holding care Of one night, and how we might spend it together... ************************************************** At a lone seaside cabin At dusk of an evening Arriving all worn out From talking and laughing, drinking and eating And the dwindling day Makes the glow from inside Light the porch like the prow of a Mystery ship Afloat on a high-rolling sea of dark waves As if poised to sail off to some starry domain And yet... drifting, a little uncertain, a little off course Since we who are guiding this cruise of the night Find ourselves all at once rather timid and shy In the uncharted waters of just you and I ... ********************************************** So we'd better part ways for a while, half an hour I'll draw you a bath then I'll go to my shower And we'll let all that's happened so far just soak in While we ourselves soak, and soften away All our tensions and fears With the dust of the day... ...I'm alone now In the hot pelting water and billowing steam But a vision is rising, a gauzy white dream Of you in the bath piled high with soft foam Your hair, neck and shoulders and one arching knee And a candlelit wineglass are all I can see Then you rising slowly Hidden curves all unfolding While I'm pouring water, warm, fresh and clean Rinsing away scraps of suds that still cling Cascading in sheets down your soft-muscled back Rushing downward and outward and inward and then Falling off from between as a crystaline curtain No no! Don't turn around! let the urgency linger- Even in dreams some must be saved for later! ************************************************ Back out on the porch in the balmy salt air With a pregnant wind stirring your still damp edged hair We stand at the rail looking somewhere out there Over white-capping seas lit by million-star skies And the pearl-silver glow of a moon soon to rise All reflecting in brightly anticipant eyes That I suddenly find are turned upward to mine And dancing, As if to the tune of a barely heard chime: "Now's the time now's the time now's the time now's the time..." |