Black and White

for years we lay,
head on chest, your
stubby fingers
                           rifling
the length of my hair,
pretending to be
      Nick
to my
     Nora

but you were not
slick
and i was not
lanky
and no amount of
Pinch
         or
Dimple
could change us

where are you tonight

whose back now
                             arches,
blades bucking beneath
the trippling of your
                                  tongue

are you happy
are you safe
are you well

and why,
after all that
time,
after all those
scenes and frames and
reels together,
                         Why
do i not care

©srogers 4th december 2010

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