Stifle

by sibyllene   Nov 12, 2006


I cannot, I
cannot. Leave. I cannot
stay. I cannot let I cannot stop
your hands, your look, your
grasp.

Kiss me the way you did
in September.
when we did not
tremor with
suspension, the tension of
want.

Kiss me like you did
when we were shy
and
not, oh, not so close.
The way you did when you
stopped.

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