I watch you
the light in your dark eyes
movement of your hair
as you brush it behind your ear
What would I give
to see it move in the wind?
I hold you
watch you pretend
that this is not sin
your nervous glance in doorways
betrays your words
I would know his step, as you would
I take you
rush of breath and wet heat
you are mine, you are mine
and you cleave to me
so hard I bruise
lost in this, blind, deaf, alive
I watch you
as you slip from my bed
unable to meet my gaze
Your feather step in the hall
returning to your prison
as I weep for both our souls


© W.R.R. 5/5/1995

About W.R.R.

Bipolar & survivor of incest/child sex abuse and adult male rape; bisexual, polyamorist, poet/writer/advocate & married father of four. View all posts by W.R.R.

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