Serious Love

Take my hand

In a strong way,

Like a stiff drink,

Or a potent mint.

Pull me to the place

Where you exist essentially.

For I am in need

Of serious love.

Please, don’t be afraid of me,

For I have no power to harm.

But you, possess yourself.

Possess me, too.

Hold me in the deep recesses

Of your mind.

Let me live in the chambers of your heart

And pulse a fair tonicity

Through your very veins.

Let me find you

Beyond the tips of your fingers.

Let me see who is there,

Up, over your shoulder blades,

Between your ribs,

And deep within the caduceus

Of your breastbone.

Take my hand,

And put it gently o’er your face.

Let these blind eyes

Have a look at who it is

That lurks, so sweetly, and dark,

In my shadow as I dance.

-jenn long