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| photo by Alessio Delfino (c) |
slither
morning window art
the
first time
I
saw a woman masturbate
I
thanked all of the Heavens
that
ever were to be
remembered
in copulation
for
reproduction
as
I wasn’t needed
for
her pleasure
I
was
wanted for it
shine
leaf bleed
tipped
heavy yellow
August
curls April
angles
against a backdrop
of
slide metal cicadas and
a
golden fruited-wheat Sun
climb-chasing
the Moon
slipping
through morning
into
the Western divide
belly
crawling with
the
faint whispers of night
still
clinging to
the
undersides of leaves
and
all I needed to hear
was
her unknown
animal
sounds
and
the clench-rake
of
her free hand’s fingers
across
the soft cotton sheets
for
me to know to
come
hither
EJR
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great write....i particularly like your viewpoint of not being needed but wanted...ha....nice heat in this...
ReplyDeletei have always felt the word masturbate a bit clinical-- but overall this is lyrical, charged-- spot on, so to speak! xxxj
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