I want to be undressed
But the thought of another man
Touching me,
Caressing me,
Relishing me,
Repulses me.
So instead I undress myself,
For my fingers
Are the only ones gentle enough
To handle my brittle body.
Anyone else's would scold me.
As I fiddle with the ******* my shoulder
I vow to myself, whispering,
That I will never let another man hurt me again,
Only because I will never truly
Love another man again.