HEAT Poem by Anthony Lawrence

HEAT



The hands
that left their heat and shape on his back
when he entered her
now hold a slice of watermelon.

She eats the wet fruit slowly.

The mouth
that opened wide and red when she came
now opens wide and red.

She wipes her mouth
with the back of her hand
as she does after spitting the seed.

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Anthony Lawrence

Anthony Lawrence

Tamworth, New South Wales
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