Saturday, February 25, 2006

Old Man, Get Your Hand Off My Knee


Old Man, Get Your Hand Off My Knee


Old Man,
your time is up.
Get your greedy hand
off my knee.

I'm not yours
yet.

Woo me
with heroic tales
of your victories,
show me your etchings,
tell me how delicate
are my ankles,
how delicious
my lips and fingertips.

Tell me again
what a friend you are,
and how desperately
you want me.

I believe you. I do.

Someday
you will make our bed
amd I will lie in it.
Someday
when other embraces
have all grown cold,
perhaps
I will even welcome
your impassioned touch.

Someday, Old Man.

Not yet.

--JED

1 comment:

BookwormALB said...

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