Naked morning,
vulnerable to my own scrutiny
The heavy veil of night's hope
fails to cover me another day.
There is no indent, no mark
proving space your body was beside me.
There is no
Soft body-gone
you never lied down or looked at me.
The best part was falling
in your lap, against you,
feeling you want me.
Feeling wanted intently,
with potential.
This morning it hits me-
I never believed my own bad intention.
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