Her:

padded feet    soft
socks
pulled to the knee
pulled to the chin
pulled to the chest
squeeze      curl

drops of condensation observe from outside
and discuss with each other
the exquisite quiver of parted lips breathing.

i run fingers through my hair to drag you out of me,
splay you flat on my lap in creaming
milk breath.

pretend you are looking so i can
lean my head pretty,
blink restlessness at flustered snowflakes
losing to the heat of my skin.

pretend for you.

Him:

DAY 8

Posted by:jasmine

Jasmine is an editor, poet, and community arts organizer. She comes to poetry by way of Chinese music. This blog is a mapping of ways.

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