Down Crocodiles Come

i need a lover
who cups my breasts
each time
he holds me
in a t-shirt too soft

caressing my leg
you whisper a broken heart
istantly
i time travel
to my mother’s womb

as much as
a butterfly loves
a flower
spread my wings back
kiss me

because of…
husband does not
accurately
describe
who you are to me

naked
on our autumn beach
i drop my shield
down crocodiles come
i love you

Atlas Poetica 31

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