November 27

Reset Button

I sometimes need a little button.

A little button on the back of my head.

I would reach back there,

Fiddling around though my hair,

Screwing my fingers around.

I would press it once, nothing.

Twice, nothing.

Three times!

No stress, warm sand between my toes.

No routine, the taste of ocean salt on the thighs of my love.

No responsibility, the bright sun warming my nearly nude skin.

I would press it once, nothing.

Twice, nothing.

Three times!

I’m back.

I’m happy.

I know who I am.




Posted November 27, 2017 by Son of Sappho in category "Poetry

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