By Zoe
Date: 18 May 2000
Bending To Becca
You are not pretty
in a lush overblown sort of way---
but your eyes
are such a soft brown
and you are wise
for everyone but yourself.
I woke from a guilty dream
of taking milk
from your breasts---
something you said
he would not do.
Not sexy he said---
Fool---I thought--
but could not say.
We've laughed
until we had to hold
each other up
to keep from falling
and I have been
so damned aware
of your softness.
And when you said
you would give anything
to have a lover say
"If I don't taste you, I'll die"
the quiver that went through me
had nothing to do with sympathy.
So you appear in my dreams
without shame or regret
and I touch you
and glory in your touch
and see something flicker
in your eyes
that is more than the spark
I see when we suddenly
know that a touch
has lasted a beat longer
than most would count proper.
I am not your lover
but in fantasy
does it matter?
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