A little something for Byron

[treeskin]

i thought of you
all day yesterday,
until my breasts ached
and my thighs would have parted
if only you had been there
to beckon
here
now

Comments

[sdemory.livejournal.com]

Take it as a sign that the jaw dropped and I didn't breathe for the length of the poem.

Sign of what? Your call. Stirring, though.

[treeskin.livejournal.com]

"Stirring" was the intent. OF course, I was creaky & bruised enough from work Saturday that I wasn't up any "stirring" until we got home from our road trip this afternoon.