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He did, she said

He came gliding toward me,
she said.

Slow motion inevitability
anticipation in my open eyes
she said.

Patiently, I asked,
waiting, I caused
wordlessly, I frankly hinted
a turn of my head
my feet never moved
I chose,
she said.

I watched him move
close enough
that the same stare was provocative
close enough
that I said yes to his question
and I made him know

and he knew
she said,
my order
she did,
to take me
she said.

© 2001 John P. Nordin. Do not copy.

Last modified 6/27/06; © 2006 John P. Nordin