Come – The title is a metaphor…for many different things. You can read the poem and alternatively download it from here: http://silenciobarnes.com/writing/come/
Come
Eternal the seconds, spent like loose change
Awaiting your presence, counting the days
Days that exist only to wait on your grace
My woman of taste, of scandalous ways
Wave after wave, undulating, your shape
Water that walks on my surface, I drink
Sate myself on the flesh that lies ‘neath your waist
Of your eyes do I think that your gaze sharpens stakes
You thrust to my rhythm, I thrust and we shake
We lust with our hearts, we dance there in place
Our melody plays, to this song we embrace
You sing a harsh tune, I say nothing, we link
Like chain and like fence and like amorous snakes
We slide skin on skin, the thing that we make
Is like oil that sprays and we are the flame
We ignite and we burn like a heretic’s shame
Oh lady
Oh woman
Please come unto me
Let eyes
Meet with eyes
Let our thighs meet between
Sheets that are damp
With a mixture of things
Our sweat and my seed
And your heavenly cream
Oh lady
Oh woman
Oh heavenly being
Shine on your servant
Please come unto me
I wait in the darkness
I’m blinded by need
Come unto me
Come unto me
I sing…
ver 1.5
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0 CommentsOnly Sheep Need a Shepherd
Only Sheep Need a Shepherd
But…is guidance so bad? I wouldn’t mind a shepherd that guided me and mines in a good direction. At the same time, I’d still like to have room to do my own thing, or break free from the flock if I so choose. Without fear of reprisal that is.
Additionally, sheep don’t NEED a shepherd. They were getting along fine before we started herding them. That goes for most animals.
There’s also that pesky little part of reality that lets us know that shepherds only lead sheep until it’s time to fleece or slaughter em 🙂
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