Rubber Band

I stretch a rubber band to
the breaking point.
This is me, I say to you.
Should I be a slingshot, projecting
pebbles into your pond?
Or are you already rippled?
I could be a cog to your wheel,
and we could crank this
into gear.
Or I could snap, with sudden
calamity, and...no! you say,
I will not snap.
Your kisses, your caresses, your massages
will ease the tension, and
Before long we will master the machine;
we will turn slowly;
we will manufacture galaxies.

-02-14-10