A line cast, a hope followedFriday, February 11, 2005
Stalled Furnace
I would have been cold sitting there
But for the warmth of your knee
Pressed innocently? against mine
Beneath the table where everything
That happened up top
Was appropriate, proper.
(Unless you count my imagination
Stripping away the encumbrances
Between my mouth and the hinted heat of your bare skin.)
I would have been cold sitting there
But for the warmth of your knee
Pressed innocently? against mine
Beneath the table where everything
That happened up top
Was appropriate, proper.
(Unless you count my imagination
Stripping away the encumbrances
Between my mouth and the hinted heat of your bare skin.)
