Saturday, June 27, 2015
SHE ASKED ME
to write her
a poem.
Ice,
I said,
warms
my winter
nights.
She leaned
back
on my couch
and opened
a button.
Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2015
Labels:
conversations,
flirting,
poems,
Poetry,
Saturday evening,
seductions
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