The Contingency Plan

Thursday, June 10, 2004

They sit sipping soothing tea
Sweet sliding liquid
Warm tongues, cold feet.
He stares at her stomach
Big and round after eating
Wonders why she loathes
Something so curved and temperamental
She likes feeling full
Likes rubbing smooth bits of skin
Together
Her chin on her chest
A thumb around her shoulder
Eyes closed
A breath with every circle
posted by kazumi at 8:32 pm

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