Fleeting sensuous-toughts of you
overtake me
at the most inopportune times,
like in the checkout line,
I think about your fineness,
how you love to greet me at the door
& hold yourself up like that,
against the wall for more
change she asks
& I stand there bewildered,
the cashier holding her arm out,
palm up,
for the correct dollar amount
of your love.
Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 10:17 AM UTC
Fleeting sensuous-toughts of you
overtake me
at the most inopportune times,
like in the checkout line,
I think about your fineness,
how you love to greet me at the door
& hold yourself up like that,
against the wall for more
change she asks
& I stand there bewildered,
the cashier holding her arm out,
palm up,
for the correct dollar amount
of your love.
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