you drink me

with your glare

until I can

spill nothing,

until you’ve made

enough room

to trickle in

touch by touch

to flow

to pour pleasantries

down my spine

behind and down

my thigh

cupping my heel

for a real feel

of just how much

I can truly hold…


-B. Brown


( image by Anders Rokkum: Lovers)

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