By Shadygirl  fading_shade@hotmail.com
Date: 27 December 1999

my night and my day

I have a man on my heels
Who touches me with cozy fired fingertips
Whispers simple somethings
Keeps my lower lip from my teeth
Making my Renaissance curves inviting and perfect
Tugs me back into bed at the sight of dawn
And does not play a guilty game when
I leave his arms with ease.

I have a man on my heart's doormat
Wiping his muddy feet, and rap tap tapping
Inaudibly
On my chamber door.
My obvious puzzle piece, although never tried
Making Life an adventure of innocence and rapture
At an arms length distance
Trapping me with eyes that warm me 
Snuggling close to the wall he built between us
Flooding me with guilt and yearning
If I consider ending my patience.

I want my nights with the man at my heels
I want to feel perfect and incredible and sexy
I want to laugh in physical exploration
And hear his voice say my name
Over and over again
Feel his hard breath trickle down my neck
And KNOW our bodies fit in a way I've never known.
I want to draw the shades
Offer as much of me as I can
Until I can ignore his sadness, but not the day.

I want my knocker.
I want the rap tap tapping to rock my existence
The uncertainty of love and tomorrow
The soaring comet high's and the roller coaster low's
I want my heart to break and mend in one glance 
To remove this label of Berlin Love
And take the sledgehammer of truth to that wall
I want my knocker to want more. 
I want to hear him and answer the door.

But

Two does not equal one.
There is always a line
A dawn and a dusk

I need to push my knocker into the dark
And let my night find a day.