1. 23:32 18th Aug 2010

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    Tags: my poetry

    it’s a preparation for spontaneous kisses

    I’m sorry, but I can only be so useful. You reach for me often, your fingers grappling in your pocket, and I feel the tension burst through your legs while your fingertips snag on the material above me. Is it gone? Shit. Sweat and sap spread from beneath your fingernails to my cover when you trudge deeper, slipping me into your palm and welcoming me back into your sight. Pop off my cap, open me up like those boys do when they twirl your hair between their fingers and brush eyelashes from your cheeks. Make a wish, and you giggle, but your fingers grip onto me, and you’re wishing for him to lean in and feel how smooth your lips are, that they taste like strawberry vanilla and you didn’t even get me on sale, you went up to the Macy’s counter, your debit card in hand, and wanted to get the best, the very best, for those boys who want to open you up and slide across you, take pieces of you before you realize it, and when you’re reached for again, you’re almost gone - like a scent, a flavor your tongue tripped over; a mouth you didn’t get to explore. 

     
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