Take a seat.
Take a seat…
Come with me.
I wanted to show you
How I really feel.
You are younger.
I am not.
But you enjoy
Every ounce of
My bones.
Take a seat…
You are free
To love me just
Like I am.
Don’t sit down,
If you think
You won’t come alive
In my arms.
Take a seat.
Lay me down.
Throw yourself back.
Let me touch you.
Take your clothes.
Glide them here.
I’ll take care
Of what you think
You need.
All the time.
All the patience.
Meet us here today.
Will you go with me?
Do we belong in this?
Can we choose a person
And make it work?
Or is it pre-determined,
Like religions taught?
Come with me...
I’ll sit down.
Can the periods of in our
Writing really slow us down?
It is prose: don’t run the commas,
Practice the semi-colons; and
At the ellipsis, let me continue
To take your breath
Inside my lips
And bite your tongue
With my desirous teeth.
It’s a challenge
Not to do more.
But can we, please?
Not just tonight.
I will fall.
My heart decided,
As soon as we started,
That it could, against my will,
Take you all in.
Stay with me.
©2012 Cassandra Huidobro
