…Curling alone
in a womb
of blankets
into a fetal roll
his head bends
past his knees
and
thighs
surprised
that
he can reach
round mouth
surrounding
sliding
down
feeling
the tip
touching
the back
of his throat
his lips pushing
to the base
of soft hair
a sense
of compact
wholeness
tactile
and oral
self
comforting
sufficient
indulgence
…
Stepping into a room filled with the presence
of a busy
and ample woman
instantly aware
of the impact her body would have
against him
the hollows
that
could only be touched
by
bending
or caressing down
his hands
Though
she is ignoring him
he knows
that she is aware
and
is here still
because
there is no reason
for her to leave
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