What’s there to tell? Accept I will not share
erotic lines meant for a husband and know
desire is torpid after a lifetime
withholding. I carry myself away
and you too. The sailor navigates
an undiscovered shore, palms scattered
its edge. I’ll give you this –
there was salt and something of the way it dries on skin.
from Lit Windowpane (Main Street Rag Publishing, 2008).
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