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.
You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to Sane and Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault