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Category:
Poetry › Free Verse
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
506
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of poetry. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
1:27 am
1:27 am
Once
I asked him,
My voice small,
Inconsequential as a
Late-night dream,
If we could be anything
More.
He said,
Index finger carelessly
Tapping bare skin,
That he didn’t like
My hips.
As if they killed babies,
Erected cold concrete dams.
But oh
How he doesn’t mind,
In the evenings
Bathed in hot darkness,
The fingers that gently twist
Short hairs at the
Nape of his
Neck.
Doesn’t mind
The hands that
Smooth across
Hollow, snakeskin shoulders,
Down hairless trails.
Doesn't mind being
Embraced by the
Same warm, sprawling flesh,
When he is cradled
Between my knees.
Once
I asked him,
My voice small,
Inconsequential as a
Late-night dream,
If we could be anything
More.
He said,
Index finger carelessly
Tapping bare skin,
That he didn’t like
My hips.
As if they killed babies,
Erected cold concrete dams.
But oh
How he doesn’t mind,
In the evenings
Bathed in hot darkness,
The fingers that gently twist
Short hairs at the
Nape of his
Neck.
Doesn’t mind
The hands that
Smooth across
Hollow, snakeskin shoulders,
Down hairless trails.
Doesn't mind being
Embraced by the
Same warm, sprawling flesh,
When he is cradled
Between my knees.