It Is Nearly Mid-Winter

I have already forgotten what it's like
to walk on naked feet in leather boots,
damp and soft and dark in a secret room only you know
with your heels and toes,
or to ride the folds of a light skirt over a summer breeze
with one hundred degrees of sun running down
in the periphery of your shade,
or to taste the salt you catch on a fingertip
from the small of a back after a late afternoon fuck
while you dodge the day's hottest quarter.

Comments

[Birdman]

I'm generally not a poetry fan, but I'll make an exception this time. Thanks.

[Ginevra de Benci]

thank you for this

[Lady Estrogen]

Love your schmoetry!