Window.
Window.
One time I worried
‘cause there were no curtains on your window
and although it was winter
and we doubted if there were peepers
I still wondered if anyone was
hanging about the field
watching me naked and taking it from behind.
Hands clutching the bedbars
pulling the feathers
from the pillows with my teeth
watching you pull out at the right time
seeing you lick it as it dripped down my spine
I wonder if they saw us fight
to hold on to love
as it flew out the window….
©sylvie hill
ART: “Ophelia” by Marek Fijalkowski