You sat
Naked against the wall
Eyes downcast
Arms around your drawn-up knees
Head into your chest.
I notched my belt
Smoothing my shirt
Into my pants.
Perplexed
I asked
Wasn’t it good for you?
Come lay with me
You said
Don’t just leave
You whispered.
Is it enough for you
You asked
To take what I freely give
Then refuse
What I most need?
Heat flowed into my face.
I took off my shirt.
You smiled softly
As I lay with you again.
Then we made love
It having nothing to do
With our bodies.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
You
Posted by The Dashboard Poet at Tuesday, February 02, 2010
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