A Love Poem
By John Tustin
The moon touched no room
but ours,
our bodies made alabaster
and when we finished
I found your hand
and then parted your lips with my own.
Everything was slow
or else completely still
while we stuck together and kissed.
The only sound
the hum of the refrigerator
in the next room
until you asked me
to get you a can of soda
we could split –
so I got up, still naked,
followed the hum,
opened the door, did what you asked.
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John Tustin’s poetry has appeared in many disparate literary journals since 2009. His first poetry collection is forthcoming from Cajun Mutt Press. fritzware.com/johntustinpoetry contains links to his published poetry online.