rise and respond

I am no pretender
I like to dance on the laps of
hopefuls. I like to laugh
and to take hold of hands
and to never let go.

this may be idealized
this is my poem for idolaters.
I often worship
Lead me like a criminal
into you

but this time
let me be precise like
pinpricks
this time I will try to fashion
my emotions as honestly, as cautiously
as you do yours.
Your poems are like justice
I am ashamed and
a disgrace.

that last time
you misunderstood.
I was misapprehended.
I am not carnally driven
my motivation is no longer corporal
this hunger is not from my belly
it grows from my clumsy soul
and it stirs my blood
it stirs me from the inside out.
and I am
laden.

my hunger is one of life
and of family.
I will be devotion.
You can turn a lustful cheek if you wish,
but wherever you are,
I was made to fit beside
always.

I want so badly to…
I think that I was made to…
I hope that you want me to…

Just let me the chance to…
love you
I will be
love.
make sure that you pack me up tight
make sure that you take me with you…

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1. Elizabeth A. Dudich says:

   Just so you know. I know there is a split infinitive in the first stanza. Don't worry, I did it on purpose.