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Sylvia Nov 2019
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.
Sylvia Oct 2015
2am
How can we be so close,
And yet you don't feel the need to consume me, to touch me?
I begin creating constellations
Out of the freckles on your arm
And I take sips of bitter coffee,
As I remind myself,
That our love is temporary,
And that one day I will be waking up
To the empty cries of the wind,
Rather than your drowsy eyes.
You tell me that you'd do anything to make me smile,
But I doubt you'd wait long enough,
To see the crease around my eyes form.
I want your words to resonate across my whole body,
But do you?

— The End —