giving in by Lauren Singersometimes, the need is great.
the pulsating swelling desire.
a thirst or compulsion,
a distracting gnaw.
i go to you slowly in hesitation,
wearing heavy sweaters and impossible boots.
as much clothing as possible.
i sit farther and farther away
as to market repulsion.
you are a head-nod, knee-tickle
away from my mattress sprawl.
it has been a long time?
yes.
the moment weakens, you touch my neck.
i shake my head no.
no, no.
you put my hair behind my ear,
and i lose sense of consequence.
a lobe to kiss and i am fighting you
with concrete lips,
that finally give to your fingertip outline
that traces its yes with my tongue. 12/15/2007 Posted on 12/15/2007 Copyright © 2024 Lauren Singer
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