Proximity
it took so much for me
to stop myself-
such close proximity,
my need dangled in
the air, standing hair
on end. you are
an imposing threat,
sent to deliver flesh
from bone, destroy all
in your wake. i will take
my chances, dance
around your taste buds,
tickle your chin with
dirty nails.
Copyright © Rachel Hart | Year Posted 2010
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