I stared at the back of
Her neck, not the most
Erogenous zone, but beautiful
Nonetheless.
I walk over to
Touch her bare arms,
With both hands,
attentively.
My breath stirred the
Filial hair on the base of
Her neck, beckoning me
To nuzzle – how
Silly.
I look over her
Shoulder at
The drying flower in
The pot - needing
Attention, I
Can relate.
poet
