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IN THE FIELD
Lizbeth stares
at her hands
opened up
palms upward
lines across
the skin where
Benedict
had held her
his palm there
squeezing tight
holding on
puts fingers
to her lips
where he kissed
his moisture
there somewhere
wanted more
more of him
inside her
as she's seen
in the book
her friend gave
a picture
of a man
and woman
having sex
he on top
she beneath
the man's butt
beautiful
she had thought
the long legs
benedict
would just kiss
or hold hands
nothing more
we're just kids
he had said
when she had
said they could
in the barn
in the church
in her room
all alone
her mother
out shopping
or maybe
in the field
hidden by corn
but not him
leaving her
feeling numb
unfulfilled
just them there
holding hands
and kissing
no fucking
in the field.
