Just open your eyes

And let me see

The fire that burns in your heart.

Impart your feelings

To me in the warmth of your smile

Whilst  I hold your hand

And revel in your radiance

 

Open your mind to me.

Let me explore

All those things that make you

Who you really are.

Far from being just a face

In a place like this world,

You are unique.

There's no need for you to seek

An oblique reference to yourself.

You are just who you are.

A star without analogy.

Your own trilogy.

Your soul.

Your mind.

Your body.

One, with One,

With all.

In all that you are.

You 're a star.

You shine beyond compare.

I stare, but only because

I am entranced by your beauty

 

Open your lips to me.

Let me share but a single kiss.

Remiss,  perhaps , I may be.

For all that  I can see is you.

And, of course, the reality

That  I can never be truly free

From the power that you hold.

Over all ?

Over me ?

I'm trapped in a surreal world,

A fantasy.

See  me as I see you.

Complete.

Deceitful ?

 

In ways, perhaps,

But not designed to hurt.

Alert to the subtleties that I see

And live with every day.

Afraid to say what it is that  I really want.

I chant protests in the streets

And perform such similar feats

Merely to shock society.

Or lock myself in or out.

Is it that I simply long

To be free from convention

Or the retention

And hard prejudice of old set-in ways?

Who says that I too

Cannot be free ?

 

Open your blouse to me.

Let me caress your breast.

Hold me, least I float away,

Never knowing just how warm and tender

You may really be;

Never knowing what mutual pleasures

We may yet share.

Do you care ?

Do you dare to share ?

Despair's not a feeling

That I'm familiar with.

But, there's always a first time.

No crime in that.

A caveat.

Lest some bureaucrat

Declares all emotion void,

Fit only for commitment

To celluloid and Oscar nights.

 

Open your sheets to me.

Let me hold your warm body

Close to mine.

Sublime,

Perhaps, in so many ways;

Stay with me.

Let's share this dawn.

And all that comes of it.

If it comes at all !

  

Open your body to me,

Let me feel  you warm inside.

Let's hide

From the world,

Whilst we make each other  feel  truly needed.

Writhe with me a while

In futile fornication,

Mere gratification of our human need.

Greed ?

Certainly, and then some.

And a whole lot more.

The score ?

Simply our right to live life.

Devoid of strife and banal conflict.

Our right to revel in some precious moments;

In this fleeting flash of partial reality.

So, why not just open your heart to me.

 

 

Rod Jones 30/09/00