NaPoWriMo 24
Masochist
I love it when my daughter
scratches my face,
so excited to hold something:
my eyebrow, an earring, a clump of hair.
She grabs hold of my cheeks
and awkwardly pulls me close,
biting my nose and kissing me
open-mouthed,
her tongue like a fish
swimming in my dark stream.
I love it when my daughter
scratches my face,
so excited to hold something:
my eyebrow, an earring, a clump of hair.
She grabs hold of my cheeks
and awkwardly pulls me close,
biting my nose and kissing me
open-mouthed,
her tongue like a fish
swimming in my dark stream.
Comments
PWADJ, thanks. I was thinking about Fennelly's poem when I wrote mine. But this one I'd like to expand upon after NaPoWriMo.