"fibery" poems
A caress.
Like none other.
Fibery fingers on my neck.
Coarse, but strong.
These fingers
knew.
Knew what they were doing.
Snug,
around my neck. Supporting
my head.
My heavy
head
Felt so heavy.
I rested it
against the fingers
So soothing.
Trusting.
It felt right.
This intimate embrace.
Between
my friend and I
my noose and I.
Oct 10, 2011
Oct 10, 2011 at 11:21 AM UTC