Hit the headboard to the wall
Curtains drawn tight
Grasping for strands-
a life preserver.
Auburn.
Heavy palmfuls
of my prized possession
Twisted up from root.
Our bed, her languid limb.
Her thick, slut mahogany covers our
always, together.
Corked, the morning after
The discovery-
His hands on her hips,
lips, thigh.
Laying green in flannel sheets,
lie complacent.
Verdant in these woods,
I rise alone,
grown up toward the sun.
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