Neville

Beautiful Bruises

Beautiful Bruises

 

I cannot keep this

To myself

He said

Then kissed her

Shoulder naked

Although

Indeed twas oh’

So very

Lightly executed     

Then resting pon

His elbows down

He went oh’ so

Very low and slow

Yet far enough

And fair enough

For his chest hair

To brush again the

Small of her back

Precisely where

She liked it

 

Oh’ lord she cried

I’m overcome

Together then

They smiled

As one

Each knowing  

They had both

Done wrong

Not caring tho

Not even in the

Slightest   

How tho shall we

Each explain

To those who ask

About these

Most beautiful

Of bruises  

No need her lover

Sighed

Let’s keep them

Sacred to ourselves

And so they did eternal