Rich Browns, 2009

When I read how he wrote
about them climaxing at the same time
the pinnacle of intimacy, he said.

I burst. This was true.

We would never be there, have that.
The closest I got was, his rich browns
staring at mine.

And, when we were laying, and,
my baby-blues would find those dark, bright ones, again.

He'd say, "hi." 

That was the furthest he could go. 
That's as close as it will be.

Say it my sweet, sweet love. I am sad.
So, so sorry. We only had that,
I would have done.

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