What I would not, should not do . . .

With lines firmly drawn and our stances taken

We approach the minefield yet again this day—

Drawn to each other for reasons both declared and implicit,

Thus our encounter begins – an intellectual lark

One great thought succeeds another, then another;

Yet in your presence, I become enchanted by you

And feel the urge to do what I would not, should not do…

Our singular dance – like a push me-pull you toy

Begs us to cover; but please don’t say: just uncover—

Thoughts shrouded in silence now will be given voice;

So in your presence, I become enthralled by you

And I’m compelled to do what I would not, should not do…

We take ten steps forward and no steps back,

Twinned needs, hidden in darkness, now come to light—

We put our minds on pause and our hands in play;

Because in your presence, “I” becomes entwined with “You”

And we inevitably do what we would not, should not do. . . .

Blind baby