Her fingers danced
over my ribs
I glanced back
Into those lips
her eyes
Subtle but
Intense
“Call me for conversation, or whatever.”
Would she dance with me
beneath the moon?
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Her fingers danced
over my ribs
I glanced back
Into those lips
her eyes
Subtle but
Intense
“Call me for conversation, or whatever.”
Would she dance with me
beneath the moon?
Yes
I am
Prideful
I’ve scraped in survival
creating a living
only to lose
everything
bridge still lingers in the hollow shadows of sunset
now and again
Labor is all I’ve known
I’d now like to labor in
happiness
I’ve been abused
Physical
Mental
Emotional
I’ve more than likely reciprocated
I’m O.K.
It’s not my fault
nor is it ‘theirs’
It is our faults
real and imagined
which bring us together
to tear us apart