A Late Night Touch

i touch you late at night
when you're sleeping,
stroking your hair, your back,
the shape of your ass...

'that's so creepy,' she said
crushing all the fondness that
was in the air, or in that
memory for me.

silly how a person’s natural
reaction can crush another.
especially when love is involved,
or sex, or lust, or the simple fact

that you offer a moment of weakness
to her and she smashes it
into the stands like Big Mac
taking a fastball deep.

for that brief moment as
i lay there in the darkness
happy she can't see my wounded face,
i think of grabbing the bat

under the bed
and really touching her as she sleeps.

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