a sigh
upon my thigh
i wonder
and i wait
i can be her
that girl you wanted
i could but
it'd be so much work
and even more
lies
a sigh
upon my thigh
i reach down
my hand in your hair
and as i glance down
over belly and breast
i want to tell you things
i am so pretty and perfect
in my ability to
be ugly and contorted
a sigh
up on my thigh
and we are one
but you do not exist
you ached for
you are longed for
but you are not
anymore
or ever
Sunday, December 7, 2008
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