by D. Rymer
(10/21/09)

these two hands are supplicant
palms up on flat thighs
because I am ready
to wait

for what you give me

these eyes are clear
calm water
open and purposeful
in my waiting, in my ask

of you to do

to make use of this pale body
of these bright lips
of this small heat of breath

offered because your need sings
from you like the watersong
of streams under brown earth

I have lain my head to hear
the trickle of question
and now I offer

the possible answer--
my body your prayer

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