maker

you have always been
the first.

opening
stretching
guiding
me...

versed in the art of seduction
offering the first taste of bliss,
you slipped in and out of darkness
bearing just enough light
for me to see my hands
in front of my face
and your hands
all over me

but never enough
to find my way out--
until you were ready.

this time
i am protected,
shuttered behind fences
you did not build
and cannot break.

i hear the warnings,
know the signs.

but...
can i deny you
when you know
the heat in my blood
and the sweetness in my tears?