By Shadygirl   fading_shade@hotmail.com
Date: 13 May 1999

Maneuvers

You chase me
with strawberries and feathers
HOT
on my trail
with water-logged
promises
of collarbone kisses
and spontaneous combustion

gentle ambition
fluffy persuasion
innocent arousals

lust, caked-on
your wordy lips

and me
tripping lightly
pouncing from knoll to knoll

used to the typical
maneuvers
of finding fault
in reality
and running 
from you.