Deep Acquaintance

so this is the morning after. you’re not
here, merely a lingering musk of sex,
your stockings, and a quickly dissipating
warmth curling into memory. have you
gone back to your family? I don’t know
even if you are married; what would you
say to him? your belly betrays nothing,
neither the flat of youth nor the bulge of birth,
breasts not confessing either. I guess we
were passing ships on passion’s sea, only
meant to comfort each other a few hours
like two lustful beings sheltering from
storms in a cave. such desperate passion,
and a kinship shared in deep acquaintance.

David M Pitchford
12 Oct 2011


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