Amy Torres
Apr 13, 2018 · 1 min read

I’d kiss your fingers one by one
If I did not fear that I’d be shunned
I’d lie on my side, naked and curved
If I did not fear I’d go unobserved

I long to feel our sympathies meet
To mold together the bottoms of our feet
I yearn for the hunger of your lover’s eye
Greedily seeking the inside of my thigh

I’m still not sure that your name is mine
Catching in my throat like a flubbed line
You nervously twist your wedding band
Bit by bit till it’s off your hand.

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