Boy by Sarah Edwards

Admiring your neck from afar
the gouged hairline that cuts
a semi-rustic border
is especially buff this evening.
It’s alright,you don’t have to turn
a screwed movement towards me,
multiple curvaceous
lanes will form and eclipse
your perfect saffron crème.
I’ll just keep staring
at my reflected muddy complexion
through the crescent hollow
between your elbow and
the pull of you trimmed hair.
The blank computer screen
seems to mock my desperation
as the evening fails.


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