One Seemingly Insignificant Act
 
 
        Do you remember Wednesday
           when you reached across a narrow space
           and your eyes glanced into my face
           for but the briefest space of time--
           just long enough to note
           that there was acquiescence in my smile?

        You took the body which was mine
           and drew it closer to your own
           and in your hand it would become
               a ballerina
          partnered with you
          in a pas de deux
          of your design.

        I watched intently as the touch
           of your fine fingers
           brought a sudden rush of fluid
           which marked the plain material
           where your hand had come to rest.

        You toyed with it a moment more
           then laid this borrowed body down,
           returning it too soon into my care.
        And while I was so glad
           to have it back again,
           I was, you know, as pleased to share.
 
          I do not think you knowingly
             set out that day to seduce me
             by borrowing my brand new pen
          But in the end
             that is exactly what you did.
 
  (c) 1998 Madamesansnom

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