without you
I lift the box
without bending
it looks heavier
than this
weighed down
with captured rooks
flying poker chips
and marias
it will be
the last trip
to the recycling bin
limes go down
the disposal
i crave oatmeal
but take a minute
to think of you
barefoot with time
maybe
a minute turns into
a lifetime
sends me back
to doubting
a woman named
nicole
have you stood
in her kitchen
naked and wanting
tongue and penis
erect?
the exchange
of phone numbers
and bodily fluids later
paroxysmal excitement
your five page fantasy
led to our coitus
interruptus
the ultimate climax
it feels good
to spread my legs
it feels better
without youCopyright © 2002 by Shannon Gleeson