By Star of David
Date: 2012 Oct 04
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wrist watch

I remember
the strong and
strange beauty
of your wrists

always sunburnt,
always beautiful

and the memory
finds me clenching
my teeth to fight
the waves of desire
that overwhelm me

how can a man have
wrists so beautiful?

I love their shape
and width and
shades and hollows
I even love how
your watch sits

strange, the pictures
that stay in my mind

the sun-kissed scent
and silky solidness
hard-softness and
all yours, all mine

I keep wanting to
sink my teeth in