more than ever i am in conversation
with the nymphs that live in my heart.
one is tapping her foot against
the fleshy underside of me.
her mirror twin is picking at her
cuticles, demanding touch,
demanding pulling at hair
demanding deep, slow kisses.

but both know neither
wants to be kissed
or touched
without meaning anymore.

i no longer want to be had,
i want to be loved.

*january/30/2014/4:38 P.M.