gently gently
my cheek on your chest
where once you roughed and tumbled
in teenage dreams
fumbled engagements at my pink nipple
while I
sucked hard for pleasures you still covet
unrestricted
like the way your knees bend out toward midday
suffused in sheets damp with need unbridled
subtle as the thrust-pump jumps we took from
old tires and spume-washed boards -
strong with innocence
untarnished by climax...
Of course I miss you,
she says as she gathers scattered skin,
we'll talk soon...
and then she wonders
softly, softly
into her dried, stained pillow,
how his kisses will feel
in a napalm sunrise...
Napalm Sunrise
© crisstiena
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