A Poem by Cheryl Ross
Benton Fraser is the type of man who inspires obsession in those who love him. I have never decided whose obsession this poem reveals. Meg's? Frannie's? Mine? I will leave it up to you, gentle readers to decide. Comments welcome. cross@norlink.net
If you were mine
I could deny you nothing
my nights, my days
would be measured out
in your kisses
my hours would be spent
in your blue eyes
all would be yours
for the asking
before you said it
before you knew it
I would curl your curly hair
around my fingertips
and lull you into love
I would please and pet and play
until you stretched beneath my hands
like a spoiled cat
I would drink you in
and eat you up
and make you whole again
her name would sink
beneath my passion
your pain would melt
upon my lips
I could be your everything
your moon and stars
your breath and tears
I could fill you up
like no one ever has
let me swallow you
my love
come drown within my joy
we would be perfection
if only Benton
you were mine.