Her

Your fingertips grip my hips
my hands in your hair
your mouth on my breast
my tongue in your ear
we move
connected
deeply
in each others eyes
a love
unstoppable
slow-burning
sacred

Nothing like
your wife
interrupting us
to remind me
throw me
backwards
my “other” status
my second place

Our souls have chosen
the sacrifices we make
to have each other
our hearts
in two
your tears in my hair
my palm on your chest

I take the unintended slights
second spot on your list
hide in a tidy box
until it’s convenient
all
for this tiny shred
of hope

Growing weary
my love
my light
covering my heart with
both hands
secret forbidden joyful love
will we ever
come out of the shadows…

#OpenLinkNight #7 http://dversepoets.com/

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About bittersweetverse

Writer, poet, lover. http://madamesweetcheeks.blogspot.com/ View all posts by bittersweetverse

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