by Glen Martin Fitch
If I could be your blanket
I'd hug you through the night
To keep you safe and warm.
Say, would it be alright?
Please let me be the pillow
Where you rest your drowsy head.
I'll kiss behind your ears.
I'll catch the tears you shed.
I want to breathe as you breathe
I want to turn as your turn
Let me linger close beside you
For your touch I yearn.
And let me be the sheets
Around you all night long.
Rub your thighs against me.
Oh, how could that be wrong?
But I'll be cold and rough,
If you let another in your bed.
That you might love another
Is the only thing I dread.
I want to breathe as you breathe
I want to turn as your turn.
Let me linger close beside you.
For your touch I yearn.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Glen Fitch is a 16th Century poet lost in the 21st Century. Born near Niagara Falls, educated in the Catskills, thirty years on the Monterey Bay he now lives in Palm Springs. Retail not academics has paid the bills. Someday he will finish Spenser's "The Fairie Queene."
Last updated August 23, 2011