Longing

“Shucks”, she says, blushing
Kicking words around like rocks
With little-girl toes.

Allow the music
to sweep dust from window panes
and shatter silence

What are you for me?
Some kind of shadow walker,
Whispering on wind.

Lie down over here,
I’ll shield you from those nightmares;
take your breath away.

 

I’ll wait here, my love.
You tend your failing garden
and I’ll hope for rain.

 

Oh, Come play with me!
Let the sun shed our clothing
and inhibition.

I long for contact.
Strong arms to hold my body,
soft heart to meet mine.

 

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