Pushing.
A heavy pressure
I’ve grown accustomed to
this weight pressing
into my stomach
Heavy breathing
comes with his
excursion.
Suffocating
heat on my neck,
my brow
In a few minutes
he will look down
puckered brow
he will withdraw
What life have you lived today?
April 7, 2012
Post Script #oneaday, La Petite Mort, National Poetry Month, Poem 6, Poetry, Post Script 1 Comment
Pushing.
A heavy pressure
I’ve grown accustomed to
this weight pressing
into my stomach
Heavy breathing
comes with his
excursion.
Suffocating
heat on my neck,
my brow
In a few minutes
he will look down
puckered brow
he will withdraw