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i didn't want him in that way then: a pantoum

i didn't want him in that way then: a pantoum

I didn't want him in that way then.
We drove black midnight country roads,
music blaring, songs exchanged
like bartering for trinkets of closeness.

We drove orange flickering back country roads
talking until the streetlamps slept,
bartering for trinkets of close companionship.
I went home to somebody else at dawn.

We talked until the streetlamps slept.
He sketched my hands with his eyes one night.
I went home to someone else at dawn, still feeling
his skin trace my oyster shell knuckles.

He held and sketched my hands at night,
music blaring, songs exchanged.
I feel his fingers trace my oyster shell skin.
I didn't want him in that way then.

A Pointless Questionaire...

A Pointless Questionaire...

sleep with you.

sleep with you.