You bought me hand cream
because my hands
were too dry
and you wanted my hands
soft, soft
upon your skin.
And so
I used the hand cream
you bought me
and my hands were soft
upon your skin
while your lips
were hard upon
me.
Our time together
ran out
before that small tube of hand cream
and it still sits,
unused now,
upon the dusty glass shelf
in my bathroom
and
everytime I see that tube of hand cream
I think of you
and wonder, wonder,
now that you’ve returned
to him,
are your husband’s hands
still indifferent
or have they finally softened to you
and your so tender skin?
Edward Lee
ORGASM
My red-haired lover
is tasting my name,
dancing vowels across her tongue,
her eyes closed,
a secret pleasure stretching her spine.
I lie beneath her,
in her,
my own spine tight,
watching her escape this room,
losing herself
while I, fully here,
hold her tight,
my fingers white on her hips.
And then silence, silence,
a forever silence of a second,
until she returns
into this suddenly wet room.
She smiles and falls onto me,
kissing, gentle tongue meeting mine.
Our sweat meets
and dries,
and finally we sleep,
the room heavy with our smell
as we dream.
