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Hickey Covered Boy

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By Jacob Hatfield

Copyright ©2025


I’m bursting at the sight of him ---

Mouthing words I never knew could be whispered so softly

Clutching --- Sweaty thighs --- Feel the habit forming ---

Biting his upper lip --- Filling with an urgency

To be shoved open and picked out

as a pomegranate seed --- I am ---

Begging for rapture tucked tight

in jeans --- Unleashing at 3 AM

Deep brown eyes I’d let dig me ---

A grave --- When he wants

--- Lip feeling phantom tugs ---

In the morning --- Where he bit me right back



About Jacob Hatfield:

Jacob Hatfield is a poet writing out of Middle Tennessee. When he's not sitting on a bench in some random park thinking about writing poetry, he's staring at the ceiling fan with his dog's head perched on his legs.

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