Untitled (You)

you wild woman,

you make me weak,

above the knees,

below the belt,

you make me weak,

your accent at heart

your tone in voice,

you make me weak,

you break a boundary

you treat a soul,

you make me weak,

you take a chance,

you call the devil,

you learn how to kneel,

you believe in love,

your heart tells you no,

your body tells you other,

you make me weak,

you lose control,

and then I enter,

and over and over,

I fuck you again.

The measurements exceed

The unpredictable is only around the corner

The levels are complex

The confusion lies within

The alterations are not made

The voices are never heard

The thoughts race like buffaloes

The memories intrude

The fantasies never become real

The dreams are death defying

The love is passionate but not local

The real time has come

The real one is here

Here I am.

© 1997 David Greg Harth

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