Out of sight
Out of sight
and no one knows
how we move inward
where no one sees us.
Like wind through willows,
we move toward
each other–no one sees us.
Like lovers, we write
poetry upon our bodies
when no one sees us.
We embrace in sunlight,
& relish week knees. These
times when no one sees us,
we make love.
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love “relish week knees,” such a concise detail
Your poems always have such a lovely aura about them. Good to read your work again this month!
Lovely poem!