Tonight's Poet Corner: Sins and Straps
Sins and Straps by Belinda Roddie He puts on her spandex to feel a bit thinner. They kiss over dinner, and he can feel the stubble - on his cheeks and chin, just a cut down forest where his shame grew in black elms with bristling branches. They put the dishes away together, sit on the couch together, watch the news together. They hold hands so tightly that they almost become threaded together. The sweat between his toes make his feet feel webbed. Her lips are soft, but his are even softer. When she's asleep, he pulls off the lingerie under his dress shirt, tucks the pieces into little boxes to keep under the bed. When he nestles up next to her, he lets his fingers dance across the wilderness of her thighs. She lets her hair grow there, while he wishes his skin could be as smooth as the sail on a newly built boat, and his body as curved as the mast against the sky.