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By Rhetoric Date: 2002 Dec 19 Comment on this Work [[2002.12.19.15.53.32120]] |
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I am looking back through all the moments we spent together, realizing that I missed opportunities. Opportunities to kiss, touch, and taste. Such contact might complete the circle from friend to lover. Each time we shared tea or a collective sadness, I could have pleased you. I could have been the warm glow that flushed your cheeks, seared your lips. But, I was too timid, too engaged to think I was anything, to you, but a pupil. If that is the case, show me the text to which I follow; be it written on your skin or etched in your mind. I am apt to take direction (lower, slower, right there). Just this second I am wondering if you would take me in and let me see, the magic that is your strength. I am mouthing, though you are looking away, "I can smell you: sweet cinnamon and faint hints of citrus". I fear I pay too close attention to your skin. It ruins my day to not make you sing, flutter your beats. I am contented to posture myself with didactic motives. I am for now. Though I carry my secret proud and not so well-hidden as one would think. |