There is nothing left but a single last step
And so I pause, waiting a little longer to give it
For although the path toward you has not been easy
I am eager enough for my prize to take it slow
First only my fingertips find the soft skin of your neck
A single gesture opens the senses, bridges the distance
Touching you, feeling you, but also keeping you back
More impulsive than I, you are likely to try and take me
But it must be slow, it must be careful
I don't let you reach for me; I capture your grasping hand in mine
And let my bridging fingertips find their way down your chest
Slipping ghostlike inside your shirt, tracing your initials
Then binding them to mine with a whisper of a breath
When I see in your eyes you can't stand any more
I spend another minute toying with sensation
Then I take the step, but not the one you desired
Now two steps away, I keep my eyes a part of yours
I found you once before, and could do it again if I must
But I'd rather dare you to me
The step is now yours
As am I
A contest entry
- Exercise your Want by ErrantHeart.
900 points, ended April 15, 2008, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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I had you in the finalists, but saw too late, there in the last stanza, "wanted", and since assume you have not returned to rework will unfortunately remove just by a hair's breadth from the preliminary list. And do apologize for not noticing sooner.
Thank you so much for your entry, I did enjoy it.
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Aah, I didn't see that! Darn. Oh well, I'm glad you enjoyed it at least.
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Simply lovely. Rework if you wish. But I found it more than precious.
Thank you for entering.
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