here is a reminder
in the middle of
a wintry afternoon
that i do not deserve
you – my legs
wrapped up so
carefully in
your legs, and for
a small, exposed
piece of me that still
strays with the
inescapable
draft in the room,
a warm hand lands,
perches, massages
periodically into
that tickle threshold,
in case i were not
already completely
yours, present
.
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