Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Brown skin, warm to the touch, 

soft thighs, 
my thighs.

Excitable words are all I have of you. 

Heated and devouring. 

Control and controlled, 
the binary so close to synthesis the harder I loved you. 

More you begged. 
Pleaded. 

Past tense is all I have left of you. 

Pulling turned into aching, 
Begging turned into resentment. 

Your more turned into less. 

You have become nothing, and that's all I have left of you. 

1 comment:

  1. Whether it's for a night or a lifetime, a beautifully expressed farewell.

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