I like the way her hair is
long enough to flip and
too short to cover her eyes

I like the way her lips
pout and pucker
under too much gloss.

I like the way the smoke creases
her cheek, traces her breath,
gives her laugh its own sound.

I like the way her skin
sets off muscle, vein, and
bone beneath the surface.

I like the way her breasts
curve and point as if
they already know me.

I like the way her words
swarm inside, rise
and rip from her soul.

I like the way her name plays
across my tongue, and the way
the night makes us seem possible.

women, yearning

About Gerald So

Born in the Philippines and raised on Long Island, Gerald So attended Catholic elementary and high schools, both by choice. He stopped after earning a Master's in Creative Writing, not wanting to be a seldom-published Ph.D. He's parlayed a love of crime fiction into positions as Fiction Editor of The Thrilling Detective Web Site, reviewer for Crimespree Cinema, and editor of the upcoming print journal, The Lineup: Poems on Crime.

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