it used to be that I would
think of flowers and
sunshine:
you know how
poet types are.

and you would sit in your
corner and I in mine
and eventually we'd meet
half-way,
kissing clumsily and groping
with quiet reservation.

sometimes I could smell
a faint earthiness
on your skin as you
climaxed.

afterward I always wondered
what it was like for you

but I'm just
a woman.

02/12/2008

Posted on 03/28/2010
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