Gravel

[enders_solice]

A little lost?
Maybe, but then,
What's a little loss between
Friends
What is it to you
His words flow through her mouth
Secretly trying them on
His voice, a borrowed shirt
Too large, rough against her lips
In her teeth
Deeper than hers, deeper in her
The cadence of their opposing inflections adding to the contours
As she expects his hands would
Against her face, her hip
She breaths them out, eyes closed
A little lost?
Maybe
Or perhaps, in these quiet hours
A little found
Maybe.