Daring... Dashing
Do I dare
Beckon you to my side
Wouldn't I turn stiff as stone
Or become a mime
With offerings of gestures and a coy expression.

Do I dare
Touch your skin - only for a moment -
Or would my fingers burn
From the heat which resonates
From your pores
Or would the touch itself
Only cause me to want what I cannot have.

Do I dare
Speak, whisper, convey all of this
To your patient yet silent lips
Oh, fear of all fears...

Respond, oh dashing one,
Lower the shield
And gaze upon the maiden you have won,
If you will have her.

11/27/02