Poem: “Untitled” Teva White

His flowered veins, skin blossoming on skin

His ebbing words, his flowing lips
His eyes pierced mine through a spiderweb of lashes
It never bothers me when he lays his hand on my knee
Gently
It never bothers me when his mouth touches mine
Wet
It never bothers me when he changes the subject
Light
He never bothers me
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