- untitled -
Neither frozen in time
Nor steaming forward
I am loath to fight
to flight
A word can conquer the
defenceless and shivering
Draw your fingers across
to warm my skin
Erase all memory but now.
From a glance I know
With a touch I yearn
Your breath sears
Your taste intoxicates
My pulse reacts
and re-acts.
O flesh of my body
bone of my being
I am clay in your hands
Malleable and moist.
Mold me as you will.
copyright 2004



