Pas de Deux

Yes…

…..Yes

Perhaps he could

Be my master

 

If I choose to let him

 

And if…

….If he chose to take

It

Upon his shoulders

 

How much of me

Do

….Do I have to

Surrender?

 

Is it just

The flower of me?

 

To let him inside

Deep inside

 

For I know

I will have a devil of a time

To re-move him from

My ribs

 

He scares me so

……but

…but……

 

What

What is she up to?

 

With that gentle

Touch on my arm

 

And the hair

Tossed on the breeze

That hangs close

Enough to

Caress my face

 

And those questions

That, pull at me to answer

Dressed in the scent of

….Her

 

Perhaps

She wants me….

After all

 

Or does

She want me, to control?

 

To fetch and to carry

And service the nightly need

 

Why

Why, can he not see?

 

Will he listen to me?

Listen like

That first time

As I shudder with release

 

Release and trust

That lets him

In

 

And parts me

In ways

That I have never parted before

 

As the careful

Tongue of his words

Probes me

 

And the tickling

Smile of challenge

Wets my lips

With the laughter in his eyes

And in mine

 

I feel thirteen again

And never yet been

Kissed

Behind the bike sheds

 

Will

Will she laugh at me?

 

And pile the scorn

On the acorn

Of this

Whatever this

Is

 

And I know

That she knows

More than me

 

And I know

That she has

Set this up

 

So dare I?

Do I

Take her hand?

For despite the earth of it

That tenderness

It draws

 

It draws something

Out of me

 

It is my soul

And perhaps

That

Is what she needs

….The all of me

 

But will I

Will I have

Have the strength

To take

And to hold

The all of her?

 

For when it is loose

And in my hands

What

….What will I do with it?

 

Can I

Can I really

Have her?

Completely?