Portion Control

Posted in nothing special by maggie on 2011/12/13

Close enough to wake with her at dawn
but taking to your shade by noon against the stroke
and never staring at her with a naked eye,

Or light years remote out where word is in its past
as cold as obsolete scripture on her clickity kiss,

Yes, come find her charm her promise 
             untouched unknown.

Yet dive into her as you might her breasts
and she will burn you alive defenseless.
We expect you to call that your love's glory.


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  1. clarioretenebris said, on 2011/12/13 at 10:08

    Yeah ain’t it the sorry truth. Portion control, a trick I was never expert at. Binge out, then I figured exercise purging would do me.

    Hey, wanna check out some lowcut sunburn lines and lotion up a bitch’s fifth degree blisters?

    • maggie said, on 2011/12/13 at 10:19

      reading into it from the eyes of your own torching? that’s ok, i’m not one who minds free perspective, so long as that version’s yours and not stuffed down my throat, had enough of that already, i’ll take care of my own

      for the record this was bouncing off one of the raging fears suffered by my dear soldier, who got way too close to sacrifice one too many times

      but if the jeans fit without scuffing up that bad burn you’re wearing then take them as long as you need, and i’ll be close by with the aloe and chammy lotion for when you strip down of them again

      rest, good friend, and let yourself heal

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