Promises by David Golledge


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Next time we meet
I値l try not to watch your mouth.
I値l try but can稚 promise.

I値l try not to imagine that mouth
meeting mine, your lips
brushing my neck breathing warmth
down my spine.

Next time we meet
I値l try not to watch your hands.
I値l try but can稚 promise.

I値l try not to imagine those hands
reaching to caress, your fingers
tracing shallow nail-trails up
my stomach and chest.

Next time we meet
I値l try not to notice your breasts, your hips, your legs
I値l try but can稚 promise.

I値l try not to imagine having
limitless access to your thighs, no barrier
physical or otherwise
to the scent of your body,
the taste of your flesh.


Next time we meet I値l try to stop these
images coursing through mind and vein.
I値l try but can稚 promise.

One look at you and I値l know
such vows are as easy to hold as rain.