I have volunteered myself, to you <br />on occasions, many... <br />Christmas Eves, that promised purifying snow <br />to blanket the loneliness <br />of opening gifts you bought, for yourself... <br />On birthdays, when your mother's call never came, <br />and your brother was conveniently <br />looked upon as the prodigal son... <br /> <br />I have extended an open invitation, <br />insuring I will leave my door unlocked, <br />when you've out driving <br />and your intended destination disappears <br />before your tired eyes... <br />I will always offer up a safe place to fall... <br />And quench what thirst you have brought... <br /> <br />I have volunteered myself, to you <br />when no one was around, or could be found <br />to hear your sifted-through stories, <br />share a meal, or lie silent, by your aching side.. <br />It has been a benefit, to me, also... <br />(though you never bring that up) <br />I know the unsettling feeling <br />of having to ask for someone else's attention <br />when the whole world seems to pay no attention... <br />and how grateful I am for a flash of who I used to be... <br />Before I NEEDED SOMEONE, to volunteer for me... <br /> <br />Strangely enough, WE ONCE WERE strangers <br />'Til, on a winter's night, frostbiten by the fear <br />that love was meant for all, <br />BUT TWO... <br />we miraculously migrated, <br />intrigued by the mystery <br />of what was hidden behind <br />each other's painted-on holiday smile.. <br />(seemingly sarcastic, at first glimpse) <br />And was enveloped in your scent... <br />and uncharacteristically, <br />did seize that opportunity to solicitate a kiss, <br />A lingering liquid, soft seduction... <br />Laced in the surrender of a sympathetic soul, <br />Gingerly, yet generously placed <br />upon your pouting lips, <br />to leave you pondering what to make of me... <br />Therein began my volunteering myself, to you.<br /><br />Susan Lacovara<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-have-volunteered-myself-to-you/
