subtext
by john e © 2004

they're different fingers 
swearing at me 
one would never think 
of down comforter 
and fireplace 
bubbly 
and opium 

but for the slow sure 
unleashing 
into the moment 
of my fear 
when their tips press 
hands contoured squeeze 

filthy fingers 
i like to think 
burst through 
the man/woman thing 
make me yours 
i've always been yours 
now i am yours 
differently   fingers 
hands   thighs 
hold me down 

before muffled 
i whisper the plea 
that answers 
the desire 
you've become 
sudden and hot 
yes 
i tell you   yes 
to all you need 
not say