Poems and Poetry

Stolen or Otherwise | A Poem by G.S. Katz

I like when you speak to me in English
Slowly
So I can take in every word
Not miss a thing
I like when you pose for me
Stare at me
Looking right through me
Pleasing me with your sensual aura
We talk, we laugh, we fight a little
I hold you in my nucleus
You are dynamite
Ready at the switch
You are me
I am you
Volatile
Fighting for position
This is love
Stolen or otherwise
Mark my words
Stay for tea
And then I will ask you
To take off your clothes
Let me drink you in
And float for a little while…


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