One has come and taken your place
and I love her more than I love myself
though some might think that easy
if they knew me as you do
But this is such a careful dance of love
and I still burn from your wild fire
I have no dreams, only nightmares
but dreams would have you to drown in
and I must not fall again. I cannot
My sorrow is that the burns of your touch
are still so warm


© W.R.R. 11/18/2001

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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