Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Aug 2012
By the hand shy of my chest
By the bated teeth-bared breath
By the mirror looks brushing teeth
By the casual fingers on my thighs at rest
By the grip
By the spit
By the yes of the fingertips
But mostly to me

By the straining of the neck muscles when it looks like I might leave.
Copyright C. Heiser, 2012
Carly Two
Written by
Carly Two
523
   Brandon and ---
Please log in to view and add comments on poems