Here standing with the usual words
we meet face to face
for the first time in days.
Anemic or otherwise
these are the most intense moments thus far,
just as the girl has gotten stronger
the danger is
the girl is dangerous by nature.
When she’s this intense
it’s beautiful
the second minute starts counting
with no warning
there’s no time to react
I stand by her side.
Taking her nervous hand in mine
I squeeze the anticipation super hard
and whisper,
“go ahead love.”
Confidence being her closest friend
she takes control
and goes over the plan
making sure I understand
exactly what it is she wants
and how it is
she’s to be treated
without question
we agree on the session.
With an aggressive wanting
the girl gives to each request
and each request or command
is answered with an eager smile.
The first minute passes
the first wave rolls over us
we drop down low for a second,
she turns and stares straight ahead
in her eyes
I can tell the next wave is coming
again, I grab and squeeze her hand.
She’s eager to start the second minute
the harder side of love
where trust is turned and tested
the weight of wanting is given its turn.
Love,
placed squarely atop her shoulders
the world falls on her
and she wants to please,
the second minute passes
and we stare into the other.
Quiet footfalls
the geometry of love
hasn’t made much sense to her,
still, she trusts my second nature
the one she counts on the most.
It’s easy for her
to give whatever she thinks I need
if you look at the balance between us
there is this pretty world
where one gives
while the other receives.
