I need help. I need help availing myself of the help you have provided me. I am embarrassed to lack the ability to complete all the steps necessary for achieving the goals you have set before me. I see now that it is always my turn with you and I can stop standing aside believing that I have had your attention and must now do without. I do not want to ask for more; I don’t want to seem greedy. I forget that you know my heart and that you trust me. I am going to make that a two-way street, maybe a four-lane highway. I need help, thank you for being help full.
The obvious is sometimes invisible
Writing to you my Sweet,
Allows me to give what I have available
At the moment it comes into my possession.
You reading lets you invite me in,
When you are ready or willing
I can store succulent treasure for you
Without the least consideration of
Freezer burn or apathy.
You are here when I want you,
Yearning and prepared
I am yours for the taking
In the classroom, the bedroom
Or even in your bath
I can whisper or shout to you.
I can rant or tell jokes to you
You can embrace or ignore me
Introduce me to your friends
Or keep me your own personal province.
We are intimates
Because I bare my soul to you
And you take me into yours.