There All Along

Oh yes,
I've won.
And won again,
and tamed this beautiful mystery
so much soul I had spent.
It makes sense.
At the fruition of it all
to leave everything behind
and answer your call.
But with a careful diligence
I must decline,
to keep your lust and attention
at a straight line.
Offer me your hand
as a way to read my mind.
So delicately you spread
your heart,
in front of me
such a work of art.



Tell me you love me openly.

Restricted Desire

Roundabout
My hips have become weapons
and so massively intimidating.
Why such a stare my darling?
Do you remember the plump personification
I used to be,
hidden behind the amazon you now see?
Silly!
I thought the years might have
changed your perspective,
perhaps not without a fight from you.
These hips I do now own;
own your eyes in sensual abandon.
These legs you touched,
with dark, maladjusted sensuality,
have slipped your callous fingers
and have slighted your twisted intentions.
I have become such a beautiful thing.
Some ONE you cannot have,
maybe you didn't need,
yet you tried to leash.
None of your chains can bind me.
I have become something better.
something with will power,
as I always hoped to be.
You have my sentimentality,
it is all you will receive.
Everything else is free,
but please,
tempt my seasoned body,
with your immediate jealousy.
Every man in me, took something,
furtively,
held in the fruitful imaginations
of their boyish beings.
And yes, you; most of all,
wanted to be,
inside me.