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'He' is heat    

born of masculine grace

tenderness with

out any real defiance

just

an achingly sweet

expression of sweet

unguarded want

a fierce tremor

in the hands of

good intent

a disposition

near heaven sent

marauder and redeemer

all at once

he is my most loving

schemer

at such crossroads of convention

I don't know if I should kiss him

or shake him

until his teeth rattle

his gull knows no shame

but with me I suppose

turn about is fair game

I really can't blame him

for rattling me from

my luxurious cage

I wounded his heart with

my alluring blunder

I cornered him with his

own insecurities and

he reacted in what I should

have known would be

for him

a very predictable

manner

trust me my love

my cut was inadvertent

I only wished to tickle your

tender affections

not a braid them with a

serrated knife....................

(Nov. 7, 2009 446pm)