is there poetry
in those fast-and-dirty
couplings that almost
passed for sex?
think how you only
touched me enough
to get my clothes off.
remember the sensations,
first pain, then pleasure..
then nothing.
and I did it 'cause
I was lonely and
you were warm,
but afterwards I
was still lonely and
I wanted vaguely to cry.
you wanted to know
what I was thinking..
I wanted you to touch me.
lying there naked
thinking about how sex
always depresses
me and how I wish
I was anywhere else
because you're smoking.
but of course I never said that.
and then I wonder why
you never called

go back

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© Honey Laura Clark