“The Sweet Spot…”

1you know the place
the furrow in your bed
where your body fits
just so
the way hips spoon
into hips and breathing
is a neck baring pleasure
I tell him often
“I’m going there”, hoping
he’ll join me
sometimes he does
more often, not
but when he’s there,
that spot
so bitterly sweet
is where I dissolve
into the dust
of his fingers
into the bokeh
of his eyes

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