Polaroid Memory
by james bezerra
Wish I’d taken
picture of you
mess of sheets
bare skin of thighs
afternoon light
from just your bare mid back
slight shoulders
you looking
behind
one eye
all we can see
web of messy
tousled hair
last night’s eye liner
and knife edge
your lips
sharpened to a blade,
warm
slick.
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