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Andrea Briggs

john f. kennedy high

sometimes i miss the skim of my fingers down her spine
tracing the grooves and scars and bars of steel holding her together
in my arms, the only safe place in this dangerous house with unlocked

doors
brother and mothers and bay windows leading to a large yard
where anyone could see in, but us-we were invisible in the dark
locked fingers hooking on a belt-looped hip, tuggingjeans down
slipping inside her as she tipped into my mouth, hungry
and i had never known until then what it felt like to be devoured
and god she was beautiful

(and god she was mine

and the only mistake we ever made was not making love like this before
the world stilled and breath trickled out of her lungs, drunk
on the cigar smoke and chardonnay soaked into the carpet where we lay
choking laughter from us as easily as we came

i think later, she may have cried when i left
but i know now that i'll never know for sure

(we were just kids, what did we know)

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