July 2, 2011

To Covet

By W.R.R.

She is strange, a new creature
but the mate of another
I watch her
I wonder how her words would fall
if she gave them to me?
Would they cut?
I watch her
and I dream
but she is not for me
Such as I can never touch
such as she

~~~

© W.R.R. 10/12/1995

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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