H. Patrick O'Connor
Joined April 2019
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Just out of reach
Awakened with my senses filled by the sweet scent of her skin, I reach out across sixteen years and sixteen inches to brush a wanton wisp of soft red hair away from her beautiful dumbo ears. She pretends she is still sleeping, pretends she does not notice and I pretend I mean nothing by it, pretend I am not stealing intimacies with her, stealing intimacies from the man she loves instead of me.
By H. Patrick O'Connor3 years ago in Poets