Hank came over yesterday
and spoke to me
beautiful words –
fields
of paper lace
arugula
weaved in her curls
the
sun playing dead in a swimming pool
He told me
it could mean nothing
or it could mean everything –
bottle
caps planted into the sea
giving
birth to the thirsy
and
insatiable
He looked straight into my eyes
I couldn’t look away –
lightening
parting lips
holes in the souls of the
daring
pride in the eyes of the
weak
He told me to come over
and sit in his lap –
bruised
bites of magnolias
moans
echoing in a bathtub
salt
and honey
He pulled me close to him
my ankles crossed
my knees parted –
hot
sweat dripping down a wooden fence
Nakedness
dancing on a church
tigers
on fire
Hank put his fingers inside me
“lover,” I gasped
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