Zipless

on the train of thought
in the middle of darkness
at the height of the hours
at the apex of longing

i am zipless

at the center of my universe
on the hardship of my days
on the length of my nights
at the thickness of my loneliness

i am zipless

on the nudity of my dreams
on the warmth of my hair and skin
on the gentleness of my fingers
on the taste of my tongue

i am zipless

come, my love, i am open
there is no lock to my heart
there is a space on my chest
there is rest on my pelvis

i am always zipless

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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