Portrait of a Glorious Day

 

The joy of your company

escapes me, so I have fond

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memories.  Here’s a sketch

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of the evenings events.  Nerves

fill the room upon seeing

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the other.  You grin.  I cover my

~

mouth with widened eyes.  Gravity takes over

making the room so close as the bumping

~

of knees.  We share a book of stories

on a super sofa of curiosity

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that later we will both recreate

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in our own minds, behind our own closed,

locked door.  But now our fingers meet

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both holding the spine and all of those fine

sheets caressing your thumb

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to mine.  A quick held breath of my

shooting eyes, and you say fuckit.  Winds

~

then take over the night, fast and slow moaning

gusts.  The tip of the tongue finds of the skin

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a map of nerve bundles, and all is good

~with God, making us both forget ourselves…

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1 Comment

  1. Very strong lady. The last 5 lines give it its edge for lack of a better word at the moment.


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