Tuesday, 5 November 2013


For L in her time of trial, and in hope

Why is it that, in the
woozy postlude to a
stupendous post-lunch fuck when
all our organs seem
open to each other, every
atom of our bodies
plastered together, I
most remember the tickle of your
toes against mine?

1 comment:

  1. Because toes are sexy? It sounds like it was a tender moment. :)