was fifeteen years ago
only one night, one day
of conversation and love
in before dawn quiet
whispering questioning
resistance removed
seeing you again for you
exploring you again
stripped of armor and defenses
laid bare in my arms
you bathed my soul
i knew then my misguides
excuses prevent questions
you knew you needn't ask
my drought ended
yours began again
years pass, questions remain
the game gets played
what if and only
i make excuses still
wonder if only once more
i could see your soul defenseless
laid bare in my arms
© Cynthia Ryder 2008
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