Reserved Poem by Zyw Zywa

Reserved



I want his face
nicely towards me

I don't want to tear it open
because he chooses
me this weekend

I want his stubble
his fabric softener

he is so different
from the men of my friends
with their itchy sperm

I want his words
his withheld love

reserved
for me under clothes
of inaccessibility

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
For Sheree Paridon #1 --- Collection 'Without reserve'
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success