more in-class poetry

If
If you were to open your mouth
with one request all of me would
come undone.
Gathered thoughts, reigned in passions
all unbridled with the movement of
your tongue.
If
If you were to want more
in my strength it would be difficult
to refuse you.
Wise counsel and inner principle
may lose all sway of self-control
If
If I thought for a moment that
you may open your mouth and
beckon me to be yours
I may not be here, with you
so close and so quiet
for fear that if may become when
and when may become now.
for fear that now might be the moment
I lose myself.

and one more....

she sits in freedom
liberated in her mind from any construction of mankind.
she lies atop a green linen sheet of tiny, thick blades fighting the wind.
her hair tangled in red, thick curls
with intermittent wildflowers woven into them.
the paleness of her skin peers out to see the sun among the freckles that dot her arms
she is laid bare
stripped of all material, technology, politic and occupation.
no longer chained to social expectation or law established by man.
she is wholly at rest.
she is naked and known
she is falling.
plummeting through the earth that once held her
down through the moist ground and into a cool cement room.
she is confined to a chair of thick plastic and a desk of fake maple.
white cinderblocks, dim light and a whirr of the fake air close in on her.
her wild hair neatly tamed
her face covered with caked powder
her freckles, once vibrant are hidden underneath fabricated polyester and cotton-mixed fashions
her senses, once brilliantly alive are deadened.
she is covered, a product, a brick amongst a building
is she free?
in her mind she is free
she is the ocean, she is the breeze, she is warmth
she closes her eyes
she is.