Sunday, November 23, 2008


Sly glances out
Corner of the eye
In the shadow, you are here
I snuggle closer. To him
To what is comfortable
And reciprocated
And sure, and warming.
This will do.

I loop my arm in his
Fending off the stares
Unwanted hollers
Eye undressing
I wish it was your arm
Not his, protecting
But for now,
This will do.

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