Hombre

There’s a man

in my bed

who fits into the crevices

of my arms and thighs

whose belly is soft

and chest

warm

skin brown

stubble chin

 

hazel eyes

caramel laced dreads

 

And this man

has never loved me verbally

he fights our fire

with defiance and distrust

I cool him down

with words

I tell him I don’t need him

but I need this man.

 

 

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