Take this weight
from my eyes
maybe then
you’ll start to see.
Tomorrow you promised
you’d cut my hair
those expert fingers
knowing just how
to give me a lived in look
open love making
hands to curved hips.
There’s something about
having hands of others
touching my skin
it’s a real sensation
passing pounding
like the sacred geometry
of love.
Having the weight of you
on top my body
the warmth
without blankets
I can lay here
for hours.
Someday
we’ll get tired of
these tiny snapshots
we seem to always make.
Before we wake up
I want just
one more round
just you and I
weightless in water
adrift at night.
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