Sex in the Kitchen
by Lindsey Lewis Smithson
Heat resonates
from the lower
rack of the stove
The drag
of your finger
along my leg
Will often result
in a space where
I dispose of the mask
To let your breath
blow back my hair
Every Day Poems
Every Day Poems
by Lindsey Lewis Smithson
Heat resonates
from the lower
rack of the stove
The drag
of your finger
along my leg
Will often result
in a space where
I dispose of the mask
To let your breath
blow back my hair
