when you look into your mirror,
will you see your naked form:
your sun-freckled shoulders,
your soft breasts, small stomach
and strong legs;
or will you instead see my seized possessions:
the hair that rested upon my thigh,
the lips that quaked at the touch of my skin,
the hips that my fingertips traced
on the way to the meeting of your legs,
a prelude to writhing ecstasy?
when your body becomes a monument
to the agony of loss,
will you regret the breath
you wasted on "goodbye"?














Comments
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"He who laughs last has not yet heard the bad news." - Bertolt Brecht
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You can close your eyes from the things you dont want to see but you can never close your heart from the things you don't want to feel
Any suggestions?
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