Musings by The Poet Loriet
Weak
You said you were weak.
Me too...only my weakness
is you.
One touch and my anger
goes melting away
in messy drips.
Your green eyes
tease me and
make me your hostage.
Your voice is hardened
and I crave your
tenderness, your
words whispered
in my ears
with such an ache
that the tears
come unbidden,
no onion as
a prop.
You are the director,
and I...a mere actress
waiting to be discovered,
taken out of the wings
and made your leading lady.
I could play the role
to perfection,
but for now,
I'll remain
an extra,
hoping,
waiting.
I'm your slave,
your puppet...
Please don't tangle
my strings.
I'm at your mercy.
Do not cast me
away.
Lori Beal
Me too...only my weakness
is you.
One touch and my anger
goes melting away
in messy drips.
Your green eyes
tease me and
make me your hostage.
Your voice is hardened
and I crave your
tenderness, your
words whispered
in my ears
with such an ache
that the tears
come unbidden,
no onion as
a prop.
You are the director,
and I...a mere actress
waiting to be discovered,
taken out of the wings
and made your leading lady.
I could play the role
to perfection,
but for now,
I'll remain
an extra,
hoping,
waiting.
I'm your slave,
your puppet...
Please don't tangle
my strings.
I'm at your mercy.
Do not cast me
away.
Lori Beal
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