Tonight
Tonight
I
will not make love to you.
Tonight,
I
will push you away
And
feel the tension tug
At
the space between us.
I
will keep you
An
arm’s length away
And
feel your spider senses explode
As
you try to fill the distance between us
With
your tortured breathing.
I
will tease the cracks
On
your skinned knees
With
an unfeeling shrug
And make
your Adam’s apple shudder
As I
find a new funny bone
In
the depression between your clavicles
With
my restraint.
I
will cup your rib cage
With
unexplained explanations.
Around
your hips
Wrap
my intolerable excuses.
And
with my fanatic resolve
Heap
live coals between
Those
sacred spaces
Of
your being.
Tonight
I will not make love to you.
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ah, the eternal complex woman
ReplyDeletealways trying to get the upper hand
nicely written
Ha ha! Yes. The upper hand is always desired.
ReplyDeleteThanks! :D