goldmourn (amberdawnpullin) wrote,

poem: where your hands might go

where your hands might go

when you reach over in the morning
& put your hands on me, your fingers
smooth across my back, down my side
along the curve of my left bare breast

i pretend as though your slight touch
hasn't lifted me from sleep, called me
from far away to your side, awake &
aware of where your hands might go

soon i will be gone from your bed,
your daily life and this little routine
will no more be ours together - for
how long will i miss you & wonder

where your hands might go

- 19 September 2008, adp
Tags: poetry & prose

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