I Never Have A Title Poem by J M Horr
I Never Have A Title
and I don't know
where she lives
I only imagine
her room
her food
her getting dressed
rubbing cream into her legs
I'm there
at the end of the
bed
she can't see me
she sits right on my
lap
my legs remember her weight
adjusting accordingly
I long to feel her
that flesh as soft as autumn light
to play with her hair
to feel her eyes on me
the safety they provide
could never leave me lonesome
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