Wednesday, January 7, 2009

Get to the Point

Leave me speechless,
biting bits and pieces
of my neck,
shoulder,
arm, and
fingertips.
Return and let tongues do tricks contortionist envy.
Grab me comfy.
Rest hands in soft pillows of me.
And have sheets wrapped on bed posts because nudity is what's in right now.
But fashion those cloths around my arms when ready
cuz
for now your body heat is sufficient.
My screams would announce to all those who care,
all those who are there,
here,
I mean you
that its right.
Cuz see I used to be a screamer,
the type that would just say your name upon deep eye contact.
But now they mean something,
now they hold value as you hold me up,
I didn't know you could,

are you my rock?