← v17n1, Spring 2018Poetry · Volume 17, Number 1
Sixty-Nine
Last night
My love
I longed
To reach
Across
To where
You slept
I slept
We slept
In the bed
Of our kindred
Maladies
I did not
For fear
You would feel
My fear
Of losing
Touch
Last night
My love
I longed
To reach
Across
To where
You slept
I slept
We slept
In the bed
Of our kindred
Maladies
I did not
For fear
You would feel
My fear
Of losing
Touch