Tonight's Poet Corner: Scratching Her Back
Scratching Her Back
by Belinda Roddie
The fingernails chafing the skin
just right, every bump, groove, and
crease on a pinkish brown valley
twitching in waves when the itch is sated.
The kisses lingering on the raw, tender
target, the bulls-eye buried beneath
layer upon layer of cutaneous tissue,
chalky and warm from all the scraping.
She says I made a valiant effort to
soothe her, and for now, it's the only
imaginary medal I can wear, as she pulls
her shirt back down across her shoulders,
settles into her computer chair,
and turns her eyes away.
by Belinda Roddie
The fingernails chafing the skin
just right, every bump, groove, and
crease on a pinkish brown valley
twitching in waves when the itch is sated.
The kisses lingering on the raw, tender
target, the bulls-eye buried beneath
layer upon layer of cutaneous tissue,
chalky and warm from all the scraping.
She says I made a valiant effort to
soothe her, and for now, it's the only
imaginary medal I can wear, as she pulls
her shirt back down across her shoulders,
settles into her computer chair,
and turns her eyes away.
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