Lonnie Hicks

(www.lonniehicks.com / Chicago Ill)

Abs to Heart


You said
'I have not felt
anything
for some time now
and I have placed there
instead
my fantasies
in the gap
between
what I get
and what I need;
I am looking for someone
who does not have to be told this;
I am looking for someone
who can sense this
and place me against the wall
of my own indifference
face placed against the mirror
and show me
how much
I am needed.
I can't bear
not being needed
I need
that loud music
that loud cry
which is my own voice
responding to you
to your gathering
wish
as I pretend
to coyness
as I plot
allowing this.

If thrill
is Yin and Yang
move and parry
flirting
and message smiles sent
then abs to heart
we fit.
I am no longer Princess
I am woman
full blown
with blood red
senses.

Submitted: Sunday, July 13, 2014

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