LAST MONDAY
Get to the quiet of your bed
Where my right hands on your head
Snuggled up against your back
Give me this to take up the slack
Keep a reign on our intimacy
Say "hold up" girl you're not free
It's rude to talk of those men
Live in the moment so I'll come on in
Be there
All will be
The breathing we share
This air deep into you and me
That's all it takes
To ease my aches
Crawl into your covers
Hold off on being lovers
Hold me back as you can
I think you need more as a man
Than willful servitude to your grace
Last Monday with you in your space.
12/9/2006 0410 cj
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