Nude Reclining
following
the freckled
stars on her
skin map with
finger and tongue
tips i come
to a point
of intersection
not knowing
which direction
to trace i try
to gaze over
her hip's
horizon to
surmise my
position to make
a decision as to my
fate thinking i might
in some way have
free will in this
situation
but she's not
factory made
making her as
well as
my mind
up as she
rolls over and
yawns
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2019
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