Passion

Two nights ago, I
scratched myself in my sleep
leaving a good 6” scar on my arm
(only 4” left today)
It was another dream of
he and I, in a heat
I had embraced him from behind
Kissed his back and pulled him close
Skin on skin
And my fingers, as if to avow he is mine
buried themselves into his abdominals
(lean and strong, tell you)
and pulled, leaving him
my love inscription there
…
Today, underneath my shirt
I wore a half-cup halter top
A bare minimum on my skin
Imagined his fingers
tracing my shoulders and down
along length of my arm, and
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