The Heavy Balm
close
so close
the clothes
there, on the floor
open
him up.
his lips, parted
breathy and
dark.
heavy.
at last, she grins,
a smile above
her chin
becomes his urchin
she takes a step back
falls on the floor
whack.
it's still,
now calm.
embrace
deface
the Heavy Balm.
Monday 16th May 2016 2:48 pm
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