You already know
What I want you to do
I’ve instructed you gently,
Inconspicuously
And now, I want you
To take a small step
One that brings you
Closer to me
The words are there,
On the tip of your tongue
These thoughts stoke fire
Under your skin
Come into the light,
Let me gaze upon you
You cannot finish
Until we begin
Staggering, stumble
In my direction
You already feel me
Catching your fall
A simple genteel
Reciprocation
Opens you up
To a gentleman’s call
©2026 Kevin Trent Boswell
