feminine forms

long, beautiful, exquisite hands

high pitch giggles

white bed. light. from you and the morning

poetry: never only words

unless they drape around the curves of your body

the way i so desperately want to.

it will be our little secret

that you loved me

and i loved you

& nobody else will feel what we felt

skin on skin

hand in hand

pure and alone

nowhere to go : nowhere to be

just you and me

they will never know

and we will never tell them

but they will feel it in their bones

reverberating 

like i do 

when i think about you

.    .    .    .    .

you're the kind of girl 

people like me fall in love with.

but i knew you'd leave. i beat you to it.