A Neverending Story Poem by Chen-ou Liu

A Neverending Story



A Tanka Prose


in dreams
her hand touches
my body...
warm one day
stone cold the next

Every time I sketch a sex scene in a poem, my ex sits on my conscience as if she is tugging at my elbow and yelling, 'Stop.'

Thursday, August 21, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: writing
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