Sight Downy fine hair on my shoulders The indented crease down your spine Crooked pinky finger I smashed in a door How your face twists when you say “It’s fine.” Sound I live and breathe with words However clever, dating by text fizzles The sound of your climax I imagine Your voice’s intonation sizzles Smell … Continue reading It All Makes Sense
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I Don’t Want To Think About You
I recall the way I touched your hand. I have not forgotten how you smell. I remember the way you looked at me. Together we tasted sweetness, and fell. Music reminds me of the times we shared. I don’t want to think about you. But I hope you are well. ~Just L (November 5, 2017) … Continue reading I Don’t Want To Think About You
Aches
He touched me in places I had avoided for most of my life. The scar on my belly — The muffin top with jelly — My too busy brain — So where I had once experienced pain now interestingly aches. ~Just L (October 16, 2017)
Just L Poetry 