Sunday, March 13, 2011

Public Sphere

I cannot show in public how I feel,
Lest you, embarrassed, should pull back from me.
I try to seem correct, and yet I steal
Moments of improper liberty,
Which you admit with twinkling levity
And thereby do embolden so much more.
I do it quickly, so no one can see,
And then return to how I was before,
Thrilled to imagine a coming encore,
When you do not object. I love to try
These little essays of how I adore
And you react. I can't imagine why.
So furtively I kiss, and you respond
In such sweet ways I cannot but grow fond.

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