“I hear the moan that gets lodged in your throat,” she says. That
‘uh, uh, uh, uh,’ I do.
Just like boys do. “My Butterfly Penis!” I say. She likes
to look at my face right before I make her
cum. “To watch your conceited gaze, “ she says. The
point at which she knows I
have her. “What else do you see? “ she says. “I hear a little
girl. With a dainty voice. Making
soft sounds,” I say. It’s more of a look on your face. Your angles
get softer. Like the muscles in your jaw relax.
But if you could fit inside my skin with me and fit inside my
love for you. You would see, you would feel all that I know.
And you would lie there naked-unafraid. Totally
exposed. Like a little show-off.
– Photo by Alexis Rhone Fancher
© 2013
The Juice Bar 
Susan, I adore your powerful work & I adore you!
Great photo by Alexis as well….You rock Susan,
welcome to The Juice Bar! 🙂
I love this. So powerful and so perfect.
Love
Susan, what a great leap for you! Love the work you’re doing. Roz Levine
I hope we see more from you both…
Interesting Poem. Reading it a few more times it becomes sad. In a very deep way. Vulnerable but with dark tones. I love it.
I love this poem… truthful and intimate.
Cool poem. So good to see you in the pages of The Juice Bar.