Hide-and-Seek - flipside B - Barbara LM Handley

Hide-and-Seek

Me?
I'm a
dream, a
gymnast, a
child.

Lurking in mirrored
shades, I follow the rush
hour dances. I might spy
you.

I'm playful! Like sundrops
whipped into
taffy. Smooth.

I laugh out all corners
of my mouth. It tickles!
There is room enough
for you. You've branded
me, your tongue
precise.

I dance to aurora's giggles, my body brushed
with the juices
of my lust. Your
fingertips.

I know you watch how light bubbles
over my curves, recently
tasted.

I bathe in that peculiar
river, reveling in the sense
of your breath
and fingers.

Do you ache, marking
my dance, when your sweat yet
tingles on my belly?

Don't go!

Freer than your regard, capture
my dance in your music
box.

Perhaps, clenching my thighs,
I've boxed
you.

1987

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