This is a poem (or is it really a poem?) I wrote back in February of 2016. It came up in conversation with a friend today… she didn’t remember it so I thought I’d repost it.
When I wrote it, I was messing around with the words… and I made the words into a shape… hope that comes across on whatever device you may be using. (But the crappy reader will probably fuck it up…)
Try this one — my favorite
You’re not supposed to be here.
Don’t worry, I waited ‘til I was alone.
Before you brought me this lacey thing?
Yes because I knew I had to see you
Wearing this one immediately
I can be quiet, I promise
No one will ever know
I’ll keep whispering as long as
We’re here in this tiny space but
I can’t promise to keep my hands
To myself when you show me how
Deliciously sexy you look in this
Tiny black thing that had to be
Made for you… only for you
Or maybe it’s really for me
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