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PLEA FROM WITHIN
By Martine Barrett
A small piece of vellum, cracked, worn thin
and fraying badly at the edges, lies tucked within the scrip of a sleeping
man's belt, as he lies beneath the stars. Hastily tied with a leather thong
and placed there by a delicate hand it carries with it a plea
"Make love to me.
I need to have the feeling of firm arms surrounding me, to breathe the same
breath, to feel the warmth of your body pressed closely against mine own.
Come occupy the same space; still time, become one and crest with the moon;
lull with the waning tide. You have but to ask and I will fall before you,
spread myself as feast for the taking. Sup at my table.
Don't look to the past, it isn't what I want - need but not want, never
that when the alternative is so much greater.
See what you have made me become?
There is a difference between this religion (for you are that to me) and
the everyday choices common to man. The difference is in the pure essence
of the passion - the intensity of feeling and the urgent responsiveness
my heart would bring to the joining, not just a receptacle for the product
of our union.
Touch me, watch me harden for you, peel the hemp from my shoulders, burnish
me with your tongue, part my thighs and drink. Look at me, prise open my
eyes, feel the tender kisses that lie soft as Cupid's wings upon your furrowed
brow. Can't you see it there, shining back at you? This flesh is yours to
use. Don't turn away, avert your gaze or make me feel ashamed. I could never
bear it. We both understand but neither has voice to sing aloud. Your whole
being is crying out to possess, I can tell when I catch you looking at me,
from the furthermost corner of your eyes, when no one else can see.
Lust.
There is a hunger there, a desperation equal to mine, but tempered with
the purest of desires, noble love. Slake your thirst. Bring yourself to
the coupling. I ache for you as you do me. I know it's true. Only those
who see the daylight, have faith in the breeze and hear the unseen birds,
would understand, would catch that look that says `I love him still, more
than life itself'.
Will you partake of my wine? The grape is sweet and firm and the juices
that flow promise to be the best vintage of all. Taste me. Find out what
your body tells you is right. Be mine. Enter. Don't leave me to the mercy
of others - friends, whores, harlots, slaves and masters - strangers all,
for there is but one I seek. No coin can make me theirs, I'll willingly
be your subject....and your master too! For I would dominate your every
move, control the ecstasy, prolong the moment. I would suckle on you as
does a babe its mother, would lie in the nest of your arms, surrounded by
the proof of a thousand labours and many conquests. But none of them are
real, you told me once. No, not in words but deeds - non verba sed facta,
yet I hear it clearly. It is my destiny to be with you and your destiny
to stay trapped by your unspoken love for me.
Break free.
The word love, however, is too fickle, it means nothing by comparison to
what we feel for one another - genuinely feel. Admit but this and you free
the world, deny it and you condemn us both. Avoid the temptation to float
with the wind, when you could fly with the angels.
I have nothing within my vocabulary that can describe the heat of your eyes
when they burn bright in mine, your image willingly seared on tender flesh,
nor the scent of your manhood as you pass before my face, too close. Drive
me wild my love.
I have neither the wit, nor the patience to write you poems, nor do I carve
your name upon the naked bow of a tree. I have no need of such things, for
you are carved within the deepest recesses of my heart and your image is
carried within my head.
But most of all, you are entwined within my soul, forever yours,
Be mine"
Iolaus
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