I find myself
in the gentle curve of her breast
escaping the hem of her cropped t-shirt;
trepidatious fingertips tracing impossibly soft curve,
lips resting just below her sternum.
When I somehow manage
to tear them away from her,
my wide-open eyes settle on the opposite wall,
poster art reminding us that
fear is the min…
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