I was looking thorough a file of some old poetry and I cam across this one. It made me laugh, not because it is funny, but because I am silly enough to write this. While I am no Emily Dickinson (and never pretend to be) enjoy:
Midnight Games
He likes my hands on his back.
His eyes snap shut, and his head hangs
A gratified smile sits on his face
And he is at peace.
I like his voice in my ear.
My thoughts scatter with simple banter
The way he says my name, his nervous laughter
Leaves me in disarray.
We aren’t sure where we are, or where we are going
He follows the wind, as I search for a map
We exchange knowing looks
Uncertainty in our eyes.
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