Poetry Blog by Tom (sex)
My Body Gets In The Way
With years piling up around us
the shape we make, gets whittled more precisely
tongue and groove lock ever tighter
I want to spell it out
the way we did when we were younger
I want to paint my love across his skin
but I'm stopped
before I try
my body gets in the way...
The house swaddles us so comfy
built a nest from our shared blueprints
complimentary thought in tessellation
I want ...
Monday 11th June 2018 9:12 pm
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