steal me

if you please
have mercy on me and
forget these follies
frolicking

sheeplishly twisted
and covered with bed sheets
and waiting patiently
but shaking

gracefully immatured
and heart beating boldly
and in you come
with your swagger

curled up and waiting
I let myself open
craving impact
and feeling lack of

feeling the wind from the world
and not from your hands
so specially carved
so talentful

look past this moment
into the next and know
that when left alone
you need company

“you’re ignorance and bliss”
I think as I feel
finally fingers and
sink into

lowering once more
and knowing now that
bodies sing when
you play them

“this is what praying’s for”
says my mind’s I
as I feel god in your touch
and feel beautiful

it is you that makes the
beauty in me
when you seek me with
your eyes and your touch

you know me best
by using your hands
to guide your way and
to steal me

I tell you that
you make me beautiful
it is you, it is you
so steal me.

Responses

2 comments so far.

1. aurelius ambrosius says:

   "and knowing now that
   bodies sing when
   you play them"

   I love this line.. You have an interesting style and a gift with language. Very nice piece.

2. Allie Dienger says:

   love the poem