Naked
You lie, sated
head arched back
stubble makes shadows
pool on your neck
eyes closed, lips ajar
murmurs come up for air.

Gold autumn light makes blocks
on your stomach,
small round of skin there
you think it’s fat
it’s not, it’s still glistening
Ribbed by ribs,
a tired out accordion.

All squeezed.

Goosebumps dot you
in braille.

Naked
perfect
you doze in sleep.

I try to draw you
with charcoal
could only manage this
instead

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