oh love
when we kiss
(lips on lips suggesting hips)
i give up
(for once)
the muscle
the tussle
of being
strong enough
tough enough
and grow instead
(as you hold---
fingers woven through hair--
my head)
sweet and supple
lip nimble
lithe and writhing
bending tender under
and into surrender
soft enough at last
to give in
be given
this living
love.
© Barbara McAfee
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