menthol wisps lips licked slowly in

mild concentration, setting elbow crocked

comfortably back in this bed

I can wait, I will watch

her, invisible she said

rationing breadcrumb trails, a path

leading her nowhere through

my forests confusion

my fingertips beckon when she lingers

trip her when she skips carefree

lay silent when she begs

hungrily, insatiable she said,

she devours my heart

one miserable

slice at a time

11/01/2002

Posted on 12/01/2017
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