“…gloved…” [poetry]

Heart pounding in my ears
Short breaths
It’s a bit until it clears
Short breaths

It is mewling down below
In skin
Beneath I’m burning hard

It’s barely any sense
It makes
And squirming more and more
It makes

The body yearn for touch
It seems
The foggy mind in joy
It feels

Below, on top, inside
It goes
The dreaming of the tide
It grows

Each minute of each day
Goes forth
We’re close, we’re away
Chase north

The eyes beneath the hand
So loved
The body, over, bent
Well gloved

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