Friday, July 5, 2024

Afternoon delight? April 2012

 


Sunlight scalds all that I see,

including her,

this day when we both play hooky,

 her shape framed by the world

 she lives in and I am

the intruder invited here,

too scared to touch anything

 for fear I might get scalded, too,

the touch of her bare shoulder

 like hot metal left out in the sun too long,

 and her bare chest,

 the two brown nobs around which my lips fit,

tasting oddly sweet,

 the way warm steel might,

tight, hard, invincible

from which I ache to extract pleasure,

all of her like a rising thermometer,

soft skin under my fingers,

 I feel too blunt to adequately touch,

 this moment in time

I know cant' possible last,

and so, I linger, lips. fingers, hips,

wrapped up in this second in time

as it all ticks 


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