Tight and taut, full of muscles and sinew.
Strong lines that defined the leaving .
I always make sure I remember these details,
the way they move and go on their own way.
Like lines of the a palm,
the coolness of breath and a deer stare .
the  curve of a hip and
the harshness of their gentle touch and
words, wishing they would stay and
get to know the real me.
The line " I'm used to it" is getting old and
I desperately want someone to be mine.
For once in my life,
I'm tired of the leaving.