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A Poem
Nov 20, 2022
Just showered
water sparkles upon
the creamy canvas
of your skin.
You lean over the bed,
correcting the sheet.
My gaze traces
the contours of your hips,
ripe with promise.
You hear my impending touch,
voice edged in laughter, you say
“don’t you tickle me”, and
when I laugh, add
“and don’t write a poem about this,
either.”
Gary D. Grossman
IN YOUR FACE # 11 1995
