As a sweet lover, will you touch me
Will your sweet fingers stop the beating of my heart
I will swoon, sick with love,
To lie with you, so soon, too soon, not linger.
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There are many lovers, seen but not yet tasted.
I have seen them all, so I deceive me,
Swirling past me through the moving reels of memory.
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The silent lover who clings so lightly to your arm,
A modest companion for years,
The grip slowly tightening until you turn to face him,
His cruel eyes glittering as narcotic kisses blind you.
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The lovers who have gripped me with such passion
As I struggled free -
The sly one, the child stealer,
With his cold blank stare above a watery smile,
Who pushed me down, swept me away.
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How many loves have I tasted but spat out?
The risky charming guy in his fast car and the narrow misses,
The one who made me sick with love for months, jealous yellow,
When I was a child, and he a killer.
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The one who followed me around with pleading eyes, but I'd had the jabs.
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One lover, so fierce, squeezed me till the blood ran out,
Dead fox in the fast lane.
And I went back for more.
These cruel lovers have all been swept away by time.
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I am expecting to greet my last true love,
I have made preparations, pencilled in my diary,
Consulted my timetable,
But the mystery remains.
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Will he steal my heart, my head, my body?
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Sweet lover, there are so many things to do, not enough time, pleasures to take - ……
Please wait a little longer.
October 2006
Mary Argent copyright