Didn't know stubble could grow on cheeks
Too used to the fresh, peach-like faces of the men in my family
Like running across a field where hidden claws lay
I slyly brushed past his face and sought refuge in those unsafe pastures
Wondering if he found the same revelation in the nape of my neck
Naked and perched, unopened
Though he likely stroked enough girls' necks to know better
Do you?
