11.13.12

i wore heels and walked on rocks. hot air sticking to my skin.

shame on my face, a stranded strain of plight.

but your hand rested on me, heavy and warm. 

slight claim staked. a battle won. the leaders of men on my skin. riding into war, forever. 

 

and i remembered every minute. 

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