Rugby

The very smell of you
chucks my heart around my chest
like a rugby ball.

Its unfortunate angles
surprise me like a lightning bolt
straight between the thighs.

Advertisements
Standard

Egypt

I once heard
if your body mirrors theirs,
that your hand cradles your chin,
your legs spread open the same way,
You’re in tune with one another.

This time I forced fate.
Led my head back,
cornered my eyes to match
her thighs

and copied some stupid
movie scene by teaching
her to pronounce, pro-NOW-nce
Egypt, the wrong way,

because her way sounded sweeter.

Standard