Get Your Premium Membership


Our bodies make an S at night. Close and tight. My back to your front. But, by day, no S. Only a peck or a pat. We intersect, but do not connect. And night after night, no passion in sight. Before, or after, the S.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

A comment has not been posted for this poem. Encourage a poet by being the first to comment.