Matthew Zeller Biography

She liked the feel of flannel, folded twice the band.
It rode perfect on pelvic crest,
highlighted hips and waist,
dared natural L’s of my hands-
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We stood on treetops, waited for
fingers to glide through salted hair,
trace the creases of crow’s feet.
Playful bite. Nibbled ears
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Floured hands kneaded,
pressed palms of her hands,
shaped to how she wanted.
She rolled him.
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And just what business is it of yours
to decipher what a man’s thinking?
Is there a hidden meaning behind
the choice between bacon and eggs
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Ask me in, this moment
at your door as you fumble keys.
I held the umbrella shielding
all of you, part of me,
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