his chest rises and falls now at a steady pace.
the fire carries over still smoldering.
his heart thumps gently in my ear. I smile as he
twitches an itch on his nose. My sleeping beauty.
traced hearts on his neck and chest, my pinky explores
familiar territory. my mark left, branded. I've
conquered this body before as he has conquered mine.
He shifts and pulls me closer with a satisfied grunt.
safe. warmth. sleep.
cold. aware.
My eyes slowly open and reality sets in. alone between
the sheets. he's gone. we go back to our lives as friends.
avoiding eyes, mumbled hellos, "forgotten" nights.
we could never be.
2 comments:
how is the monkey eating his shirt in the picture related?
its supposed to be previous to the poem penguin.
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