If You Want

Another poem in my series of old poems that I am taking out of rotation and offering to people for free to read.

If you want to touch me,
you can.
I’m in your bed
hiding beneath the covers.

You want to feed me
your desires?
I’m in the kitchen
painting peaches
with juices
dripping down my chin.

Tell me you love me;
I’m blasting Ella in the garden.
You want to take me
where no one can see?

I’m in the garage choking
on your truck’s exhaust fumes.
If you think, I’ve flown away
just look outside
I’m crowing my love.

If you want me,
I’ll be on your porch,
Waiting for you to unlock the door.

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