Come

Come close.
Touch me like it's your right.
Press your advantage.
Press me.

Come close.
Make me flood and
Conquer my waters like Sinbad.
Come love me.
   
Hurt me as I like it.
Come fuck me.
Come close.
Come now.
   
Come with me.
On me.
In me.

Come close.
We sin bad.
It feels good.
   
Modesty goes out the window
You come in my door.
Your smile good scary.
   
Have me going before skin can touch.
Your laugh mates with me
Your eyes capture me.
Captivated from hi dancing from your tongue to my ears.
   
Wet where once I was dry
From all of the thirsty you-wannabes
Pushing up on my shores.
   
Come closer that we come together.
Crescendo like the wildest weather.Whenever, however
Just come.

(c) Pamela Shropshire 2012

Share

Share...
But with whom?
On my knees I cry out to my Father.
Hope in my bosom keeps me strong.

Share.
Who on Earth could understand?
Who would willingly shoulder this burden of everything with me?
It is not a request that you be my everything,
Rather that I'm your something of import.
   
I would share if I thought you could handle it.
It is not that no one would or could.
Rather that so many times when playing the game of trust,
I've landed flat on my back.

The memory of my ass's pain makes me yet leery.
Hope deferred,
Trust rewarded with betrayal,
Holds me back.

If you knew all there was to know about me, would you still smile?
If the thoughts I think were on display would you still profess your love?
Perfect love casts out fear,
My love for humanity needs more proofing.
   
Perhaps I should force myself to share.
Steel is tempered by fire,
Perhaps my tin relationships could go titanium.
Looking into your eyes, I want to fall, and
I want you to be there to catch me.

I want you to see all of me and
Still catch me.
Catching me, hold me.
Love me.
Befriend me.
Cherish me.
Trust me.

Are you here to push  me to share?
I want to.
With you I want to trust that a blue sky could be green.
That the river of our love could rush up peaks.
With you I can believe the impossible.

I close my eyes and speak.
When they open you're still here.
In my dreams, you don't walk away.

Taking a deep breath, I put reality on trial.

(c) Pamela Shropshire 2012

My Addiction

Your name is obsession.
You taste of hope, with a dash of desperation.
And yours is the only menu I order from.

I spew lust from my mouth like the most vile of substances.
My tongue can taste imposter.
My palate craves the specialty of you called love.

I would run.
That me that fears to trust, would push back from the bounty of your love.
I would abstain, refusing that wonderful shot of you to my veins.
I would go on a you-free diet.

Except for the cravings...
The need that grips me at three in the morning.
The shakes when you are present are nothing to the shivers when you are absent.
I fiend for your side effects.

Yearn for the weight gain of your seed growing in my womb,
The breathless rush of the process to get there.
The giddy feelings whenever our eyes mate.

If that were all, perhaps I could escape.
Its not only what you gift to me;
I need what I give in return.
Need you to need me.

When your hand seeks mine.
When your arms pull me in close, as though even breath is an intolerable space between us.
When your eyes close and a sigh of release shudders out of you,
I know we are home.

Your laugh when I'm silly is my favorite song.
Your body is my playground; you are a joy to my senses.
A blessing to my life.

Ours is the love that could launch a thousand ships.
It is the purity of peace and the insanity of war.

Perhaps it is the perfection of you for me that makes me want to run.
The improbability of our oneness that does battle with logic.
That causes me to question,
To scrutinize under microscopic lenses.

No matter the equation, the magnification,
All I can see is you loving me.
Me in love with you.

You are my addiction and I want no rehab.
If you were an incurable sickness, invading my heart...
If you were a poison, I would gladly drink your Kool aid.

From now until eternity,
I want this love forever.
To infinity and beyond.
In my Buzzlight Year voice.

Smile, love.
This is my surrender.

(c) Pamela Shropshire 2012

Dreams

You are the hope I hope for.
You are the crushing need crashing down on me.
Your absence sends my smile running.

Nights like this I wish...
Days like tomorrow I wish...
Moments like now I yearn.

The memory of never mocks me.
The hope for my maybe being upgraded to a definitely throws my emotions a lifeline.

Just a friendly reminder that I still wait.
I still love you.
I'm ever in love with you.

So.
Yeah.
Hurry up.

I need you.

(c) Pamela Shropshire 2012