Beloved, I’m still
I let slip
to draw your gaze
Am weak, guard me
No concession to weight and wind
between there and here
a touch on cheek
am cherished
a kiss on neck
confirmed
hands to hips
readied
You clothe me
You have me
You know me
I’m yours
I am
and I wait

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April 26, 2008 at 12:30 am
Alley Cat
This one gets me every time. Wow, Mary!