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I Don't Write Anymore
By
Camincha
instead I sit very still
or stand very still
or lie very still
with my eyes closed and
recreate the last moments
we spent together.
Your manly beauty,
resplendent covering me,
beside me, behind me.
Your ponytail undone,caveman¹s
halo in the semi-darkness
of your bedroom. Your hands,
butterflies, gentle, colorful,
fluttering all over my body. Your
kisses specs of gold making my
skin glow in the dark, my heart
swelling, pumping, too big for my
chest. My ears overflowing with
your praise your enjoyment.
Next morning you feed me
strong café latte, you make me
quesadillas. You ask, jalapeño
cheese or mozzarella?
Can't handle anymore hot peppers,
I say Mozzarella, please.
I don't write anymore
instead I sit very still
or stand very still
or lie very still
with my eyes closed and
recreate the last moments
we spent together.
Copyright © 2006 Camincha
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