Rising heat and flush
Quickened breaths catch and release
Caught out red-handed
Don’t pull and don’t push
No wiggling and no forcing
Fish hook barbs set deep
Though deaf the woman
Feels the percussion and beat
And begins dancing
Hands rest on white sheets
Flesh so pink for one called white
Pink is a color
One look warm and kind
One look critical and cold
Comfort comes in waves
In the Garden
Summer night party
Fairy lights, drinks and laughter
Hide his touching her
Beat eggs, sift flour, mix
Now the dough must sit and rest
She waits, hums softly
Light seems to flicker
Off then on, first there then gone
Curtains stir at night
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