pockets


Damn! i said,
a promise to let her go
she moved forward
my plastered love
gripped too tight.

they say opposites attract
meet in the middle
play off each other
i, wishing for her pockets
keep my hands hot tonight.

feel the slide between
trace the open slots, slip knot
stroke a rippled bow

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