I knew the man in pineng. Briefly our fingers touch, bodies arching, sweat dripping, a shudder, sigh, an unknown.
Promises promises.
Call me if it’s a boy. Call me and say “ay.” I will find you. He’s angry, he’s blissful, he’s sorry.
A stoic, handsome, masked, mechanical face.
In this apocalypse.
I have loved you so briefly. Passionately. Roughly. So dutifully. For one night.
He left. By the iron gate.
An ungrown promise grows in me fluttering fluttering inside.
I must hurry, my infant daughter calls for me. At the country home.
But,
From the man in pineng. My black market soldier.
A boy.
Fluttering inside me.
Submitted: December 08, 2020
© Copyright 2021 Ashley G.. All rights reserved.
More Romance Poems
Boosted Content from Other Authors
Book / Other
Book / Literary Fiction
Book / Action and Adventure
Boosted Content from Premium Members
Book / Romance
Short Story / Other
Other Content by Ashley G.
Poem / Fantasy
Poem / Fantasy