poetry and prose by stephen chute
Sunday, December 12, 2021
scratching the itch
i like having
a hand
around, to reach
the itch i can't reach.
i like her
long nails, her patience,
her soothing
words,
as she says, there,
higher,
lower.
maybe all around.
i nod
head on the pillow
facing down.
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