Without Rope



In the cold daylight of this day

The beauty of you struggles to say



{SHE:}



"I am yours, if you want me to be

Can you, can you, can you not see?



I responded to your neatly written little ad

As I saw your intellect, and it made me glad

I took you out and then jumped your bones

I wanted you so much, and not as I'm alone



It was you who spoke out to me with your words

My heart and body ached for you, and you heard

And as soon as you grabbed me, I melted away

I wanted you to, and have never, ever swayed



So when you asked me yesterday if I cared 

I was floored - as your insecurity stared 

Directly at me and made me shudder ...

When will you be willing to trust another?



Don't you, don't you, don't you see ...

I am here for you if you want me to be!"



{HE:}



And now I sit here and mull over these words

Having tried to reach you, failed, and then heard

Them repeated in my mind yet again and again

Wanting so to believe you completely sans stain



And my heart aches, for I am touched so by thought

Of what this could be, and knowing what is sought

- By me is tangible, and yet I am filled with doubt

For you want, need and desire more than this scout



You are so full of life, and soaked so with passion

You have bowled me over in a very different fashion

You talk to me directly and thus fill me with hope

And yet I know I can't have you, for you wish no rope ...



Christopher W. Thomas

7pm Friday October 3rd, 1997