Did we ever touch
with meaning--
do you know what I meant:
when my fingers brushed your cheek;
when my hair spilled
like dark sunshine
over your shoulder;
when I pressed against you,
trying to push through
the barriers of clothing and
flesh--
did you hear my unspoken intent?
And my eyes are hungry
for the sight of you,
denied
like something addictive and
wrong--
still I want, still I long, still I yearn,
and never learn.
I know that you lied
with every soft breath.
It doesn't matter.
My foolish heart insisted
that I could save you, change you,
show you
that there was something real
outside of yourself.
And maybe you listened,
maybe you learned, maybe believed.
Only time will tell.
Author notes
Meh.
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