Where Will This Go? Poem by Brian Hinckley

Where Will This Go?



Nerveless fingers
caress your face,
or try anyway.

You sap
my energy
with smoldering
eyes.

Mouth dry;
eyes locked.
You have me
completely.

Where will
this go?
Only time
will ever tell.

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Brian Hinckley

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Buffalo, New York
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