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BY THE DAWN'S EARLY LIGHT...

Oh,
make me weak.

Set me aquiver
with breathless anticipation.

Make me tremble
at your touch.

Find the lock.

Use the key.

Pull out the stops
    and set off the pyrotechnics.

I'm on fire!

© drc 2006

RAW, OLD GRIEVANCES

I still feel the ache...
having caused so much pain.
With all the right motives
I tried (but in vain).

My methods: they hurt you.
I did not know then.
And if I could go back
I'd not do it again!

For you, it appears,
it's too little, too late:
Though I'm not
the same person I was

With this grievance between us
we can't fully live.
How much more must I bleed
before you will forgive?

© drc 2006
 

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HESITATION

Seduction draws.
I hesitate ...
So easy 'twould be
to succumb to fate.

But is that the way
it's supposed to go?
or should there be more...

    something else I should know?

© drc 2006

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WAITING TO BREATHE

Come to me in the silence
and kiss my breath away
Touch me in the darkness
and make my body sway

Tease me into oblivion
take me to the stars
Riding the wings of a pegasus
past Jupiter, and Mars...

Keep lifting me up higher
up through the Milky Way
Capture me the universe
exploding where we lay

And while we're in the afterglow
amid the meteorites
Remind me then to breathe again
as we drift down from the heights.

© drc 2006

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THE ME OF MY WORDS

My words can say
all the little things
that I cannot do.
With my words
I can do
exactly I please.

My words
have the perfect come-back;
know just the right turn of phrase.
They are ever-so-much better
at that than I am.

My words have the time
to wait to be written.
My words have the ability
to re-think and re-write,
to edit
    ...
       and erase.

Would that I
measured up
to my words,
because they express me
so much better
than I do.
 

©  drc 2006
 

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WHEN WAS IT?

When was it that you
figured out how I think
and knew what my responses would be
before I spoke?

When was it that you
crawled inside of my mind
and knew what my fears were
before I reacted?

When was it that you
saw right through my facade
and knew what my insecurities were...

...and loved me anyway?

Whenever it was,
it still freaks me out
that somehow you see
everything I'm about.

Don't let go...

© drc 2006

UNSPOKEN

Stay me, and play me,
Please have your way with me

Know me, and show me
go with the flow with me

Woo me, and do me,
(or do something new with me!)

Take me, and make me,
but never be fake with me.

Stoke me, and stroke me
Oh yeah! - Go for broke with me!

Touch me, (as such is me)
Never too much with me

Tease me, Oh, please me!
Be well at ease with me

Wine me, and dine me
('cause that would be fine with me.)

and when we're all done...
    and we've had all that fun...

then it's

Shy me,
Goodbye me
(but never ask why me.)

© drc 2006

HOW DO YOU DO IT?

So tell me
how do you do it
a minimum of words
subtle hints of innuendo
making me wonder

    Was it all in my head?
    Am I truly so warm now
    just from what you have said?

So tell me
how do you do it
so quietly aware
full of hidden depths and meanings
making me malleable

    What would you do
    If I completely melted down
    just from what you imply?

So tell me
how do you do it
so apparently non-chalant
the slightest of inferrences
making me

        uncomfortably hot,
    wet and breathless
with want...

So tell me,
how do you do it?

Wait!
That's not what I meant -
Not exactly,
    by "do it" ...

But there you go -

Do it again.

© drc 2006
 

INTERNAL COMBUSTION

I smolder
and you fan my heated embers
until I am gasping:
overwhelmed with need.

I burn
and you shore up my flames
until I am frantic:
overcome with heat.

I erupt
and there is no stopping the fireworks
until I am sated:
overall by you.

© drc 2006