The first time
I felt again
I lied between the sheets
with the comfortably feel
of a pillow the size of me,
hugged against my body,
between my legs

Chopins soft melodies
melting through my brain
as his beautiful art
ran through my ears
With my long piano fingers
running along the pale, fragile
skin that lies on my bones

I lied there

making love to myself


For I came to realization
to who needs to love me?

for I,
only need myself.