i want to write
about us, about intimacy
about intensity
and misunderstanding
i want to sob
uncontrollably
in your safety
but you are not there
i rub at my elbows
loose skin and wistfulness
wonder about the future
dwell on the soft comma
of a penis curled on a thigh
wonder if i will ever
again know some man
well enough that he
will lie draped naked
for me, calm, watchful,
loving. you loved
the softness of my skin,
i loved your kisses.
you said always it was
more about the mind
but i’m not so sure now.
twisted words lie
sharp as razors between us
silence and the threat
of eternity.
