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Faceless
2024-11-04
Remember me with laughter,
in your heart,
when you crawl into bed with another,
whose shoulders bear resemblance
to my own.
Even her nose may remind you of me.
When she makes love to you,
will her face guarantee
the same measure,
of mine or my artistry?
When I trace a careful path,
on the sacred form of your body,
will she draw a similar pattern of touch?
Or will her moves underline,
where my sensuous tongue had gone,
tasting along, slowly exploring
the curvature of your spine?
She will become like nothing,
in the sea
of nameless females.
COPYRIGHT Patricia K McCarthy
in your heart,
when you crawl into bed with another,
whose shoulders bear resemblance
to my own.
Even her nose may remind you of me.
When she makes love to you,
will her face guarantee
the same measure,
of mine or my artistry?
When I trace a careful path,
on the sacred form of your body,
will she draw a similar pattern of touch?
Or will her moves underline,
where my sensuous tongue had gone,
tasting along, slowly exploring
the curvature of your spine?
She will become like nothing,
in the sea
of nameless females.
COPYRIGHT Patricia K McCarthy
