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.
