A Visitor

Mike Bell/ May 8, 2021/ www.mikebellpoems.com/ 0 comments

For A –

Under my unmade covers she
will heat – shutters tipped at a
midday sun – her clothes piled

as if brawled to undress – I will
wait beside my bed as she sits
up – an invitation is needed – a

way in – & she will kneel – slip –
denuded again – as my sheets
fall away – I had forgotten her

skin – my recall’s attenuations –
those limbs – her delicate grip
until she has had her fill – I will

be pulled in to satisfice her lips
with fingers [I will kiss her face
& mouth without foolish delay]

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