To See Your Face

I remember the time
you wanted it more than I did.
It was maybe the once,
and when it was over
you still made me feel
like you’d done me
the world’s most darling favor
by letting me get you off.
Every time I open a drawer
and roll out the subject,
I hope I unzip the bag
to see your face.





Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.