Readiness

I change the sheets on my bed, your visit In this warm rose-blooming late November A slowly gathering truth, imminent A fear I am what you misremember My eyes, my mouth, my skin, a catalogue I scrub, I dust, I tidy, but myself I examine, unsure, quiet prologue Thoughts corroded, worry a salty delph You call, your voice a silken growl in me Intense declarations, desire reread You smooth me like cool sheets, say you want me Unhurried tenderness dissolves... Read More