Your Between And My Betwixt
We so easily
slip into the
intestacies
of Time's Pauses
where we
make love;
where time
draws the window curtains
for our modesty
and our pleasure.
Moments
swirl
dance and play
on window sills
and make
toys
for our play
and taffida
ornaments
singing.
Touch my lips
with soft breath,
finger tips
down my
curved back
where hands
land
on smooth skin
erupting
senses
meshed
rising.
Instants
play
on your chest
dance upon
your breasts
rising to my touch.
All is wonderful here.
Shut away
are the Outside Fears
the Them Out There
for Inside Here
is Our World
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poem by Lonnie Hicks
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