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Lagrange Points
2 min readMar 2, 2021
Your voice lowered as you spoke to me
From across the room,
Demanding my presence near your side.
A wry smile crosses my lips, briefly,
For I don’t dare show
How much I had longed for your words.
My eyes avert, out of… awkward uncertainty,
Even now, knowing
How your game is played.
From behind your back, you show me
Your bundle of jute;
I step into your shadow,
Pausing at a blinding revelation of raw indecency –
I gasp.
Suggestions tumble from your lips,
Like the paper trail
Of catharsis;
Unfolding before me like an origami montage.
Reluctance, drowned out by opprobrium.
As you wind your way through me
Speaking a separate tongue,
Casting your hex
Across my skin in rows.
I can feel the tension
Between our bodies,
Swaying, giving, and taking.
