I Apologize

Apologize

The cream polish sticks under my nails as ghee

And sweat dangling feet at the seam of my back

Apologize

This, my croaky confession at your still, cold feet

I wanted your stare to be level, not sink, fall

But I dreamt while I put you back on your stand

Your hands erect, sturdy, gallant at my neck’s valley

I’pologize.

Your breasts attest indifferent, brushed against me

I’pologize.

Your breath on my neck like feathers, drops of honey

I rejoiced

I’pologize.

My feet scurry, darting, flit ‘bout like flambé

I’pologize.

My bite nipped your lip for a minute exactly

I’pologize.

 

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