4 PM Poetry

4 PM Poetry

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In the dark, I bid host to an unwelcome memory,
a memory of you, and I, and we,
of tenderness and carnality,

It started, quite viscerally, in my fingertips,
with the exact sensation of them brushing against your breasts,
teasing and rubbing your nipples - bringing you to climax

The physically-felt memory of that touch left me rooted there,
amidst the arch of your back - the rolling of your hips,
the look of you from below - statuesque, beautiful, triumphant

one perfect moment of imperfect ecstasy - of imperfect bliss,
a thing of motion, momentum, energy, vibrancy, and life,
frozen, somehow, in a memory stuck outside of time

In this moment, I do not want this memory that sticks like a stain,
hopelessly soaked through me, lingering in my brain,
it cuts too clean and too deep to even begin to explore the feeling

4:25 PM, January 4th, 2021