Mm.


The Geography of Him.

Methodically
You wrap him around your fingers:

Pull tight & knot neatly.

You never needed circulation.

Skin on skin feels foreign--
Twisting syllables you swallow on the tip of your tongue
Body language

You are one inch closer to something,
Pressed into hollows of his chest that you didn't know existed
Square peg, round hole,
Triangulation

I am mapping the topography of his body.




Poetry by Inked.
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Written on 2005-09-03 at 02:05

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epohonci
start to finish, just awesome

:)
2005-09-03


chasingtheday The PoetBay support member heart!
well if you keep banging the square peg into a round hole eventually the sides split and fall away and it will fit.
2005-09-03


SlipThruCracks
Oddly I am learning topography also.

Like right now.

[Of a somewhat different landscape...perhaps.]
2005-09-03