Monday, December 30, 2024

You Can Read These Poems & Still Never Know Who I Am.

 "Pull me closer".

I'd breathe deep.

Pull her in.

Stroke the bare skin of her

hips and ease into an effortless

night dream

with tingling 

fingers and lingering 

inhalations that come a dime a dozen.

Not coming close to

equating to the same

in time grazing around.


~Tina Meeks