Her little odd hand,
whose spidery fingers
walk that one part of me, idly,
as if seeking the best place
to deliver the sting
of mouthed, close, caress.
I am not married
for a reason. But reason
was never too pure to just walk.
Survivor Poetry Contest
Poet's Choice (Free Verse)
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