Distance from what is said. by Bob ArcaniaIn my poetry, I am forever a top.
(And here I lie, the sheets, they itch.
Not in my open palms, my clenched palms,
not against my toes swan diving mattresses,
but all up along my spine. It has grown
into each notch, the itch spreading, and I
can only tear my fingers into his back
as he eagers further through me.)
He squirms beneath me. 03/27/2007 Author's Note: Who I am from here to there is incalcuable, but in words, says much.
Posted on 03/27/2007 Copyright © 2024 Bob Arcania
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Posted by Kristi Paik on 03/27/07 at 10:11 PM ohhh i like this a lot Bob...esp. since I'm a bottom :) lol |
Posted by Frankie Sanchez on 03/28/07 at 08:15 PM well said. proof that there is subtext in everything. even your author's note speaks volumes. |
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