the curve of your back
against the navy cotton
of your t-shirt as you remove it
and the sage sheets an hour later
he loves you
he hates it
he has commitment issues
just give him time
the curve of your spine
as you dance
in the dazzling sunlight
out where the monsters are
you’re not afraid of anything
you’ve got your Red Devil
and Precilla
you know?
he laughs
it’s a good sound
and then he kisses you
the surprise is real
for once not private
and dark hair under broad hands
and the curve of your back
skin like leaves on water . . .
i lay my lips against his skin
and breathe
we are one— none.
give me time.
i’m not ready yet.
not for this.
not for the curve of your back
or the silk of your side
my laptop sits abandoned
on the coffee table in front of my sofa
the music’s still playing
as you melt me.
damn.
red head and broad shoulders
what a thing
all thighs and cries
you still hesitate when i kiss you.
yeah, commitment issues.
but the curve of your back
is worth it
as you stretch in the mornings
with the light bright through the glass wall
and your feet tripping
on the clothes left on the floor
the curve of your back.
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About the Author: Æverett
Æverett lives in the northern hemisphere and enjoys Rammstein and Star Trek. He writes both poetry and fiction and dabbles in gardening and soap making. She has two wonderfully old cats, and a dearly beloved dog. He also plays in linguistics, studying German, Norwegian, Russian, Arabic, a bit of Elvish, and developing Cardassian. Language is fascinating, enlightening, and inspirational. She’s happily married to her work with which she shares delusions of demon hunters, detectives, starships, androids, and a home on the outskirts of a small northern town. He’s enjoyed writing since childhood and the process can be downright therapeutic when it’s not making him pull his hair out. It’s really about the work and words and seeing without preconceptions.