Idle Poem by Stefanie Fontker
Idle
Rating: ★5.0
She holds her breasts
In her palms
Naked and cold
In a white room
Waiting for him to
Find his black marker
Almost as permanent
As she hoped other
Objects to be
She sees it in his
Back pocket but she
Cannot find her voice
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4/26/2024 6:40:46 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Loved the idleness.Proves your emblem afterall.