after the collision of our bodies
after our lips cool and our skin dulls
after the love is made and sits over us
after the excitement clears and dies
after the kisses are small again
you sit up
even stand
you put on your shirt and
your socks and
your pants and
you button and
you zip and
you tie as if to get me away and out of you
you are covered again
i am bare
you are right and good like the man on the suburban train
i sit on the sheets watching you
your eyes see my outline
not my whole self
i stare at you like a child meeting a stranger
a hug a kiss
you leave
i sit alone
until the next collision
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six foot skinny
Writer to the Stars
Zyskandar Jaimot
Mary Ann Farley
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this is very good...
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This is shiver-inducing.
this is an old one, note the tags, but still resonates at times.
I mean it- thanks for reading.
Don't worry, Duaenart...that's enough for now.
And Sally, no. Not married. It was a long time ago.
intake of breath as a solitary tear slides down my cheek
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I'm happy to see that you're back. :)
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I'm pleased that it said something to each of you.
Lisa, thanks for the welcome back. It was a bit of a rough winter.
xo
I feel a little badly that so many people relate to this poem. It was not my happiest moment, but thankfully, it was many years ago.
I don't approach sex the same way anymore, so these feelings are not really possible for me these days.
I strive and ache for that. (And that's why you won't see very many more of my poems.)