Come hither


Come hither lover,

Yes you

And show me what you got

(what you’ve not)

Dance on or around

The dot

Am I feeling cold?

Or do I burn with hot?


You entered me first in January

Haven’t been able to let go

Of the grip within which you encase me

Of full of face – me

Jumped into the wilderness

Without any floats, me


Failure to see

This imminent catastrophe

As I swing softly gently

To the other side

(and back again)

Full full to the brim

(and then empty again)

With heated, aching, loving, awe-full of him

Yes you lover

Speak to you and about you with one voice

Sometimes it seems lover

That I ride alone….


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