Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Oct 2010
beckon me.
i'll come.

i'll bite your pillow (happily)
face down
end up

if you wish

i'll mark the headboard my stone
and you may do

if you wish

a service to the tension in your *****
anywhere
upon my grave

if you please

i'll restrain my lips from yours
bed frame shaken
butterflies stirred
and thereafter lie with your shadow

if you desire

to turn over and cue my egress
i'll go (happily)
crying out optimism that

if you wish

you'll beckon again
and i'll come
Written by
audrina
841
     M P Hill, ---, --- and audrina
Please log in to view and add comments on poems