Sir, sleepy
naked on the bed spill –
my drink drops skate down
my sternum –
tummy
i ask if you would like to lick it off gent-ly –
but you are asleep
i watch the trail go cold into my body
pause
you between my legs
my stomach a rest for your head –
earwax glued to my belly
your snores vibrate against me.
[…] Poet: Katie Lewington […]
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