Peter
He leans on the kitchen bench
Weight on one hip, writing and
So aware of the sensuous
Curves of his frame.
Probably.
Postcoital.
On the small screen
We watched the world go by
Lying side by side
Like jigsaw pieces.
Labels: Original Poetry
Art, poetry and commentary from a girl with no fixed abode
He leans on the kitchen bench
Labels: Original Poetry
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