1008 by Robert Beveridge


she’s got one
leg propped
on the bed
leans against
the wall
eyes closed lips
toward heaven

hand in sacred
motion parts
lips strokes
for the watcher
under her who
kisses her thighs
with reverence

©2019 Robert Beveridge


Robert Beveridge makes noise (xterminal.bandcamp.com) and writes poetry just outside Cleveland, OH. Recent/upcoming appearances in Chiron Review, Poetry Breakfast, and Third Wednesday, among others.

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