COMING UNDONE:
This
assurance I don,
This
facade of a smile,
These
carefully set lips
That
refuse to crack
Lest
the blood spurts free
To
colour everything…
Do
you realise
That
I love you?
That
I smell you in the middle of the night?
I
lay awake between cold sheets
Recently
warmed by your embrace
And
my hand caresses the indention
Where
before your head lay.
You
return;
I
refuse to collapse into your arms.
With
a swagger I ask,
‘What
did you do last night?’
While
trying to hide from your eyes
That
last night…
Was
almost my last.
I
cannot gaze at the moon
Without
seeing your smile,
I
long to smell you fresh
Instead
of this early morning linger,
I
crave your legs!
I am
alone with the night
And
can only think
Of
spending it with you.
Is
this the end?
Have
I lost my Tarzan’s grip?
No…No!
Yet
I fear
I
may be coming unstuck.
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