Tomorrow I
met a man.
I recognized his hips
and the lean of him. I wanted
all of it.
I can’t keep secrets.
They slip out of me
when I’m not looking
falling onto magnolia leaves
and people hear them
so I’m keeping this lust
to myself until I find it.
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Lucinda, I’m so glad to see this poem again. It’s been in the back of my mind since I first saw it a year ago. Thank you.