We have time

And in that black skirt and sky blue shirt

You invite full appraisal of your charms

Not some mad dash to ruin them with fast

Made wrinkles from some blind, rutting passion,

Rife with missteps and missing subtlety.

So let my hands

Wander along the outline of your legs

Through the fabric and touch the flame

Of the sweetest shadow, where they will linger

Longingly, and the rise and the fall of your sky blue

Shirt holds a breast that, though impatient, awaits its turn

I will kiss you

That slow, lingering way you like when I am

Being as poetic as I am heated, and my whispered

Words beat down upon your crumbling resolve

Like a million tiny thrushes, fluttering in your heart

Sigh softly, darling, as you do; I am here with you

Your own fingers

Will not tarry long by the side of some Mannerly road,

Or let mine be the only paint brushes running along this

Canvas today. Your intent is now as hotly single-minded

As my own, and though some grace and beauty seems

To have escaped us now, in this heat, it matters not

It’s all your fault, darling

For wearing that black skirt and sky blue shirt

04/20/2003

Posted on 04/21/2003
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