Filthy, sexy you in my head -
I picture the spread of your limbs on my bed.
As the day turns to dour and miserable light,
I am tight with the need for delight.
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nopabloneruda wrote @
Why can’t we live in the same city? Really. I want to sit indoors and read and write all day with you 
silverfinofhope wrote @
Will you help me walk the dog and make dinner, too? Can I convince Gary to start up one of those triad or poly-amorous unions or something? Because if we were to live in the same town, I’d want you quite near me, I’m afraid.
nopabloneruda wrote @
Well I think it could work. But I am very selfish. Perhaps we could have a second husband too? Just so, if Gary is chasing you around the house, I will have someone to play with.
silverfinofhope wrote @
There are lots of lovely southern boys down here, as it’s university and research town…you could have your pick of poetry professor or nuclear physicist.
silverfinofhope wrote @
I will ask my friends Kate and Robert if they know of any. Or I can troll the Sciences building shouting out Whitman or something to see if anyone ducks their heads out of a lab and joins in.
Love this ‘tight’ little piece. Love the photo. Love you!