tagErotic PoetrySeptember in a Small Town

September in a Small Town


Touched through the hay,
Along the ribs and hardened stomach,
Tensed with pride and fear.
Eyes flitting from the stars,
To eyes
To grass,
And never at the motion.
Searched along my skin,
Man, more for his hands than groin.
More for his lips,
So much more,
For his touch on my cheeks and eyes
In the hay.

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