A Discrete Relationship

by November 8, 2013 0 comments

I hug you.
You hug me.

your thing bothers me
on my chest…
mine bothers you
on your thigh…

we stand naked
in each other’s arms…

Neither your lips,
nor mine
uttered those three magic words…

editors note:

No three words ventured, no “thing” gained. Bothersome, indeed! – mh

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