perhaps
with a light finger
you trace love
between my breasts
in sweet sweaty lines
my cat curled beside me
ears twitch as my pen
lines up love poems
scratch by scratch
a poem is a laser
sharp line burning
into a heart
to write love’s name
you will not mind
the boundary line
of my self defining
who I love
though lovers lined up
through the passage of time
they disappeared inconsequential
or best forgotten
in sweet sweaty lines
between my breasts
you trace love
with a light finger
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