if only he could say to me "my god
you are so pretty. i never want to
break you from my belt buckle."
but he and i don't quite see things
the same way.
and sometimes when i wear my hair
down i feel like i'm doing something
wrong because he does not touch me.
when there have been so many others
that have. that would have always if i
would have just learned to stay still.
i've been told i make people nervous.
honey, you don't know the half of it.
and he is all sparkle and shine, and i,
well i am no latter-day saint. but i am
female enough to accept the difference.
eventually he will become man enough
to accept the taste. until then we are
both ham strings and yo-yo gardens,
gray in hesitant dark light. i build nests
to trap him in with. he sings verses
to keep me alright. and we are only
safe when noone is looking. we are only
safe when we love from a distance.
he thrives on my being so easy. and i
get off on his collected resistance.

09/19/2003

Posted on 09/19/2003
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