Posted in Poetry, Prose

Her Fingers Clasped

Her fingers clasped
arms locking
her embrace
not ending
denying me
my proposed
departure,
not being allowed
until her desire
was satisfied,
a mere matter of time
neither beginning
nor ending….

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American living in Denmark.

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