Adult Survivors in Love. by Angela CottermanFeudal Futile. Chivalric,
This abstinance we've adopted,
This flesh to flesh to flesh
But guilt is like the wetness
Gathering, filling, overflowing
between my knees closed.
Sometimes I hate you
For not touching me
And that wounded child
So clearly outlined behind blue-green
Glass tempts me like a target.
Someone I want to bruise, again,
Because you don't feel safe enough
To take me, quick,
Before the dirt collects again.
04/11/2006 Posted on 04/11/2006 Copyright © 2024 Angela Cotterman
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