Openness
Openness
Now that you mention it
wrapping my legs around you
is a very odd feeling.
Oh sure, I do it often enough,
and I really like doing it,
so what makes it odd?
It is the openness.
I lie in bed and await you
with legs akimbo,
hands resting inside thighs.
When I hear the bathroom light click off
I squeeze my legs together
and arch my back
involuntarily.
I will open them again for you
and welcome your weight.
And heat
and touch
and probing
in the openness.
"Keep your knees together!"
If i had a nickel...
College loan...
But there is a time and a place for everything
and this is the time to place you
between me,
Among me, inside me,
In that space
defined by walls.
Space is space, inside or out,
but it seems to hold magic
and you amplify the magic
In the openness.
And I thank you
with my heart
that you reached
in the openness.
We can scissor
our way to our souls,
and I swear we exchange bits;
I get some of you,
you get some of me
And it just seems odd that that can be,
in the openness.
© Deborah Bolle
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