illicit                                        April 22, 2016
i think of all the words i cannot say
and the questions i do not ask.
i still feel your voice in my ear
and see you thin and solid
dare i tell you how your body
makes my blood sing?
i cannot even touch your skin
but i feel your power.
i try not to think
of how you pulled me toward
thoughts i cannot think
and feelings i cannot feel.
i do not want us to ever be
mere objects of the other’s fantasy.
i would like that we become
partners for a journey.


About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. My most recent completed endeavor was finishing BA's in Religious Studies and American Studies. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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