I feel each muscle shift individually.
Each breath, inhaling directly through me.
The lost boy I see when I look in his eyes--
Revealed underneath his charming disguise.
I want to feel him everywhere
And share as much as I can bear.
I listen for every sigh, each moan.
His eyes reveal that I am home.
......
Using him strictly for my body
He might as well be anybody.
He's handsome, yes, a piece of art
But I will never know his heart.
His chest is hard and cold as steal
Like machinery grinding, unwilling to feel.
What's done is done, I've met my aim.
I leave as empty as I came.