It could have started and ended the same way
but I keep on telling him
(as he holds me close and
I smell his skin)
you don’t have to read my poems
or my book
to get into my head
so he reads the first ten pages
and brings the air
between us closer.
I see you in there
yet I don’t.
Forget the bloody moon
but what are the chances of it being my full moon
Isn’t that the title of your poetry book
I never published it
oh, I thought that’s what you do
just kiss me and don’t think too much
that’s my domain
forget the questions
remember only the answers.
The air is so thin now.
I can’t read you anymore.
The light followed me for days
to guide me to an empty place
to all parts of this town
as books fell out of my purse
to land on your thighs
it’s sexy to write a poem
when everyone thinks you’re not.
It’s sexy to kiss you
in front of strangers
when everyone thinks otherwise.
Comments:
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This is very mystical and alluring!
Like the moon.:) thanks.
Those last five lines, perfect. I love this.
Grateful. Humbled after reading your beautiful words.
Nice poetry. Keep it flowing like a river.
So nice of you to say. Great analogy. 🙂