To Me

I love the things I let you do to me
that no one ever thought to do to me.

Those people walking by have no idea
I’ve made them mine. They will be true to me.

A woman bursting from her blouse, the man
who looked away: His eyes were glued to me.

Her gaze, a tender fist around my heart,
locked me in a pulse that grew through me

until it filled the room. I wanted to run.
It had been so long. Lust was new to me,

but then her voice, her name, mine in return.
Her hand, a singing bird that flew to me.

Touch me here, now here, yes, there too. Tomorrow,
this will be a wind you blew through me.

If you ask, Richard, what do you want? I’ll tell you,
Make yourself a dove and coo to me.