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softandshy -> A sub's set of poems (pun intended) (6/24/2005 6:49:40 PM)
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The meter or syllabic content of each of these is off, though some of it is free verse. Any critique or suggestion is appreciated. It will be used. If you're going to be a fool, might as well be an articulate one.
"Your Voice."
The timbre of Your voice,
Like intimate caress,
Stroking down neck,
Over shoulder, breast,
Comes to rest
Deep within soul.
The touch of Your voice
Makes whole.
"Playful."
Shake
Shimmy
Stand on toes
Stretch
Shiver
May i have more of those?
"Commanded."
Keep the house.
Stay clear of the kitchen.
Tend the yard.
Just try bitchin' ...
Run to work.
Run to play.
Wouldn't be me
Any other way.
"Daring."
i dare not meet Your eyes
Lest my eager gaze offends
But, God, that i might rest there
i would dare any amends.
But, God, that i might rest there
i would brave the breaking pain
Gamely stand eternity
Your statue wrapped in chain
Marked by the kiss of fire
Numbed by the heartless night
But, God, that i might rest there
Within Your easy sight.
"Shrubbery."
There is a small bit of shrubbery here
That, unchecked, looks to become a hedgerow.
Can it be redirected
Into a bonsai?
"Appeal."
Come.
Sit here
In this easy chair.
Let me soothe
The worry from Your eyes,
The frown from Your sweet lips,
The day from Your shoulders.
Come.
Rest beneath these skilled hands,
Please, Mistress.
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