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Subject: Good Company

Author:
Sasha

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Date Posted: 22:16:59 01/14/08 Mon

Good Company

You came
for a little coffee,
a little conversation,
you and that smile of yours

and you offered up a challenge,
a little something
to spark my muse,
somehow you knew
I’d like it like that

an invitation
to crawl inside
your skin
and sing for you,
because you knew I could
and I knew I would

you wanted to read me
write you,
to spill your words
in the deep
husky tones
of my voice

that they may
fall, from
my open mouth
as mist
seeping, to
your every pore

“write me a poem”, you said,
so I breathed deep,
your spirit,
letting the shadow tide
bathe me
in hues of yester days
and little boy memories
that still bruise
what was kissed
by the sun

your warrior heart
weary from the fight,
longing
to be happy,
but it’s hard
to speak tribal
with your tongue
still tied
to the past

yet you soften
and I catch you in glimpses
that would glisten
with the right touch

and let me tell you
~ woman to man ~
it is no sign of weakness
for a man
to pour poetry
to the soft of woman
while he loves
with slow hands

it’s a privilege
to see you there,
even in glimpses,
and my heart thanks yours,
for this poem

I can’t give you what you want
and I can’t make you happy,
but I can peel away
your yesterday mask
and make you
real...
without fear

© Sasha ‘06

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