here i am again:
trapped
in the darkness of his room;
he is the same: filthy, immoral, unkind
but i have changed

i do not want to be here:
powerless
to my own impulses
kissing his back the way i used to
my face cradled in his unclean pillow

am i so weak?
to undress myself for him
as he reminds me i am nothing but
convenient and willing

again, our naked skin
too close under the sheets
is sticking from our sweat
and i know the last thing i want
is to be stuck on him again

04/12/2007

Posted on 04/13/2007
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