Wednesday, July 11, 2018

Wrinkled eggs

She held them like she shouldn’t be holding them
fingers so soft and trembling
while she was getting a feel for my chi

face flushed and heart beating
waiting for something as I waited for her to tell me to cough
her cool hand gently weighing me

as I dozed off
like a baby rubbed down after a warm bath
breathing with her

©07.11.2018 ebn

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