Monday, March 09, 2009


I want to be spoken to
during that interlude
you need to look
and admire

You didn't know
the fire that
was kindled
sizzling in my brain
from one word 
you couldn't contain

if you took the time
to lovingly comment
on all that was mine

Do you see that curve
and bend as your
fingers slide and glide
trace that vein
springing full
pulsing wild?

Did you notice 
the bluegreen spike
just below my notch
and how it mimics
our time
reaching every peak?

I need to be spoken to
so you can affirm
that you're here with me
that you see
how sweet I can be


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