Could It Be

Could it be

When you leave
I smiling hold
this soft furry
bouncing
tingling
tickling
I don't know what to call it
"thing"

it moves around me
all day
moves me around
al day

tickling tingly "thing"

waiting to bounce out
my eyes
my mouth
my ears
my nose
my belly
my thighs
and all those other shy soft places
waiting to be named
in subtler tones

waiting to bounce out
soft funny
bouncy cuddly
tingling tickly
ah! so touchy tender "thing"
waiting to bounce out at you
when you get home

could it be.


could it be 10 already? yes, it could be. LY.


Copyright of Jean Binta, "The Arrival of Brighteye and Other Poems (Bloodaxe, 2000)"