Tonight

I lie against your back, tonight. Put my fingertips to your skin. Imagine when each and every freckle was born. My lips on your left shoulder. With age, it is rounding like a woman’s. I reach for your forearm. Still strong. Other women have lain at your back. And loved you. But not with the fierce push-pull of my love.

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