All Tied Up
written by: Polly Oliver
@Polrocksnbones
Later,
Her heart was in havoc again-
When the ghost of his scent
Re-filled her breath
As she pulled off her sweater;
Pausing arms up- pink at the wrists.
Pressing her face
To the lingering trace
Of the one who had peeled
Away each layer
Of her persona,
To reveal
The open need.
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