to love him


Amazing poetry by a talented writer. Please read and enjoy.

a woman is a poem; read her

to love him is to accept an inevitable fate

the lingerie I hang on his mind’s clothesline

billow in the autumnal breeze

gentle reminders of past-tenses

my body’s poetry writing itself

posthumously

sexual potential bleeding

onto our bed sheets

like a broken pilot pen

to love him is to accept a tourniquet

in the form of the american dream

life, liberty and the pursuit of….

auto erotic asphyxiation

a.duncan, 2016

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