This piece from Margins of the First Draft is a soft, slightly mischievous reflection on love, intimacy, and longing. Sometimes, poetry catches the places where tenderness and silliness meet.

(Authors Note)

6. a Prayer was chanted

Here I lay

In the darkness of my room

Praying to all the Gods that I know

That someday,

Somewhere,

Someway

We can meet each other

And have conversations drunken on wine

Poetry on the Margins #6 If There’s a Next Life

If this one is not enough…
I hope to share one another in a way
that goes beyond great sex.
It feels more
intimate.

But…

I do hope we would have a lot of
drunken nights on wine and walking hand in hand on a dark avenue.
And when I get tired, I’d just plop my head down on your shoulder, and then
you’d smile and stroke my hair or kiss my forehead.
And I would feel so warm and safe and cozy… and yet —

If I licked you,
would you be mine?

Links to more of my work:

If you like reading an emotionally packed short story here you can find multiple of them: Six-Sentence Stories, Short Stories, Romance and All That, Dead Poet

And a brand new addition to my poetry tab: On the margins of the First Draft

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