13.4.15

Yieldings



She scares me
her angular frame and darkened eyebrows
next to my roundness
my circular breasts and hips
I delight in the fear
that I can fall into her severing eyes that soothe and
know
as she photographs me splayed on
a bare mattress
spotlights burning
creasing my skin with the knowing of
her buoyancy
the fretless fingers that play
I surrender performance
shield wit fancy other notions of value
I submit apprehension under her
gazing palms under her
caressing lens
a dripping, plead for vanquish
She accepts
dragging sweet shadow
across drawn eyelids, delightfully blind
prying me open




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