July 2, 2011

She

By W.R.R.

I begin to understand this thing we do
as you guide me again to Heaven
Your touch sears me, engulfs my mind
and I want this, more. And more
You laugh quietly as if you might be heard
but I know all is quiet and safe
as you teach me, allow me, take me inside
to make me the man he won’t be
Deadly to look on you in love
when not alone

~~~

© W.R.R. 1/11/1994

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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