RDW's poems

Where and When Exactly Did We First Have Sex?

Do you remember?  Was it when
– your voice first entered my ear
when we were oh-so-formally introduced?
– your skin first touched my skin,
inserting naked fingertips in my palm?
– we danced, though I don’t dance,
and through your shoulders, I could feel your feet?

Oh no.  It was that first ‘goodbye’ —
that’s when I felt you pulled out from within.

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