Under Table, Under Covers

For my girlfriend when she was my girlfriend.

Uninhibited weight

Nestled on my sternum,

Though fingers tentatively

Rattle gently

Along my skin’s napes.

 

Dilated pupils migrate

Over your rampant curves;

I scrupulously

Attempt aversion.

 

We’ve fallen so deeply.

What novice we implore--

Hush the lights

No one yet knows.

Reviews

[Cathy Wattam]

I love a good love story. But sometimes, only lust will do.

I love your line "Dilated pupils migrate over your rampant curves". Now that's poetry!

[David Angel M.]

Soft and romantic, love doesn't last forever.