caprice
gamelan tinkling as I exit
hot metal cools down
as I do
returning to my own bed
you, always ready for my touch
wait quietly
start without question
when I say stop
you obey
unaware of the pleasure
you bring me
I will take good care of you
I hold the key
hot metal cools down
as I do
returning to my own bed
you, always ready for my touch
wait quietly
start without question
when I say stop
you obey
unaware of the pleasure
you bring me
I will take good care of you
I hold the key
posted by CCCCppppCCppp @ 6:24 AM
3 Comments:
At 6:33 AM,
PretaMulatta said…
this speaks 2 me 4 a number of reasons... rainy saturday morning, packing up 2 move into a brand new place, memories being left behind here...
beautiful.
At 8:40 PM,
Angel Feathers Tickle Me said…
Love to all.....
At 8:27 PM,
Wayne Allen Sallee said…
very nice poetry here.
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