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By jwb71913 Date: 2003 Mar 11 Comment on this Work [[2003.03.11.21.38.21574]] |
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The shirt I promised Long ago, hangs in the closet Gathering dust, as do most of my promises Yes it is silk, finely tailored, smooth My hands brush against your breast, (with permission) Through the fabric, you wear like armor, like the bricks Of the wall you've built around your heart, the high stout wall The fierce pattern of purple and blue, fades In the soft light of my bedroom, softening as you Respond to the touch of my hands, my hands too small to Demolish walls, to reach you, to touch you, to love you So I offer my soul, such as it is To stir the woman in you, to push The envelope of friendship to a new limit, to rush The tide of love over the lines we have drawn in the sand That which we most fear is upon us The baby step from friendship to love, the First bike ride, when we bleed from the fall regardless of Our fathers hope, our mothers prayer, our own meager efforts So tonight, while we hold the demons at bay With the glow of computer monitors bright, caveman's fire I will take you, and drag you to my Neanderthal world, where You will sleep at my hearth, and we will battle our demons for a while Gird thyself in shirts of silk, Bathe me in fragrant oils Arm me with the strength of your love And the demons will perish, and we will thrive |