By Shadygirl fading_shade@hotmail.com
Date: 17 August 2000
Speak To Me
I sit with love in my lap
like a modern Pandora
lacking the gift of Venus
fingering my pretty little
box
curious in what lies with in the hours
of another day,
teasing the latches of your secret with
initialed innuendos.
Do you hear them and ignore them?
Or swim and dive in my cool tidal emotion
enjoying the buoy benefits of requited and
unspoken
love.
Speak. Please speak to me.
Don't rely on my short-lived curiosity
take me while I am wanting
stand, sit, lie
face to face
with open mouths and eyes and ears and hearts
Speak this way ONLY
Speak to me
before rusty hinges become ugly
before this box falls to the ground at my feet
before I walk away.
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