Dulcimer
For Tim

by T. J. Banks

you & I

naked in the dusk

listening to the dulcimer

rhythms on the radio

caught up in

shadow-witchery

birches throwing

their outlines whitely

against a muted mauve & gray

sky outside

cradling your body

in mine, thrusting upwards,

hips against you, licking you...

kneading your chest hairs

with gentled fingers

playing you dulcimer-like

in the dark.

 


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