Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Sex in Commonwealth Park


And then, when it ends,

Falling down by the bank
Of a lover's thigh,
Nestled still in the cupping bed;

Fingertips bridging hips,
The twitch of echoes of bliss
and the mundane calling outside:

Drawing away, slipping out,
Shading in the hollow of memory.


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