a
private reading
open
mics are
for
all the better poets
I
say, looking at the grass
out
the window
begging
for the rain
the
way I beg
for
you to nurture me
I’m
too shy
to
believe I could be
someone
else’s Sun
corpuscle
blues
lingering
pondered
hand
on my chin
fondling
my personality
as
indecision
as
a divine
permanent
pause
what
do I want
besides
sex I ask
is
that the question
yes
she says
I
don’t know, I say
and
at this point
I
‘m not sure
I
even want to know
what
happy is
and
she laughs
give
me your
other
hand, she says
and
she ties it
to
the other bedpost
with
another scarf
she
had tucked
between
her smiles
now
your arms
are
open wide and
you
can’t hide from me
so
why don’t you
just
sing those
elemental
songs
you
know so well
just
a bit more
for
me please
while
I find
where
every
part
of you
needs
to be
inside
me
EJR
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Splaying someone wide so they can receive happiness is a most difficult thing to do, for both x Lovely writing.
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