She Pushed

 

She pushed until he backed up and away.

She'd opened up and let him in,

Far the way in,

Yielding her dignity and daisies

For him to burrow in.

He said, no, not now, not really

Ever,

But here, in my hand, with my kisses,

I'll allow time to stop.

Just not now, not really

Not ever

Will there be a forever,

But I'll take your pride, on your bed of flowers.

And he pushed in.

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

The first poem, the dasies the pillowcase under her hips.

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