all I ask

still playing with the words . . . not quite finished yet

Take me in strong hands.

Stretch me.

Bend me at your will.

 

Push past the coy words,

knead through the elusive nature,

hold tight to the woman

who sometimes wanders unnoticed

like a ghost in the night.

 

Wading through the tears

of the often lost and lonely,

I may forget to ask again--

make me your own.

Reviews

[KUFU]

Every time I read this, I think of those old Play-Dough commercials or imagine myself baking bread with Julia Childs. Pliable people in pliable relationships is always best. I like how this poem is raw in its intent. The author emphatically states she wants to be stretched to, and perhaps beyond, the limits of her own space and no-time.
Untitled?? I think the work should be entitled: "When you have Play-Dough, anything goes!"

[Lilith des Cavernes]

Stunning!

[An Ordinary Woman]

Agreeing with Wk, it's very good stuff. I always love your words. one reason is because I can relate to them, another is your perspective is often exactly what I need. And a title will come if you want it too.

[Jibey]

This works so well as the reaching out of one who is lonely in heart and needy... wanting one to take her into his arms... Powerful in its simplicity

[W.k.kortas]

Very much of that other Emily in this piece, but it's much more concrete than her writing. It's very good stuff.