At Those Moments

Digital painting based on a photo of a peeling paste up
The moment he straddles my hips and applies his lips to mine,

The moment I press my cheek to his belly or feel his arms around
my neck,

At those moments his slightest touch is remembered and grieved.

(c) Rob Goldstein 2017 All Rights Reserved   

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