Would you do anything for me? you ask.
It would be easy to say yes while I am in your arms,
while our bodies glow with perspiration,
while the chemistry is good,
while I am under your spell.
But…no, not anything.
Not to be defiant,
not to be uncooperative,
certainly not to be bellicose.
I don’t have that level of aggression in me.
I can’t even be sure I would do anything for myself.
To follow my whim,
my fancy,
my mood for the moment.
Well, that could be dangerous,
for myself,
for others.
No, no I won’t do anything for you,
but perhaps I could do something for you,
depending on what that something is.
Yes, perhaps something.
I might even do something for myself.
Oh hell, yes I will do something for myself.
I will crawl out from under your arms,
I will recover my crumpled plaid shirt and
blue jeans from your chair,
and I will say goodbye.
Do anything for you?
Never!
Do something?
Yes, I will do something for you.
I will return the shackles with which
you have imprisoned me.
