POEM A DAY – February 11

In excitement for our upcoming Erotic Writing Retreat, here’s a little poetic dittie for hump day. Hee. Hump.

hands on

she looks for hands:
where they touch
how they hold
or hang lonely

especially in restaurants
when people pair like wine & meat
she looks for palms on hips
or fingers braided with fingers

she remembers feeling ribs
under wet skin, the slippery
promise of intimacy, but it’s rare
to see this kind of voice

to witness this corporeal
message of longing, yearning
the out loud erotica between
skin and bone