
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.
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?

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