1:33 A.M.
by MELISSA FRY BEASLEY
I’m awake
Thinking about the
shape of
the feel of
building the need of
your tempting lips.
Would they be
hummingbirds hovering
the languid temptation
of a kiss
or slow
running sweet sap
thick in winter
August heat
an ice cube melting
against my skin
taste of honeysuckle
and spring rain
smell of peaches
afternoons making love
as the sun watches.
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