Matthew

20170612_170127Screenshot_2017-04-02-21-57-14i never

really recovered from Matthew
he tore holes in my soul

i can’t quite explain

 

She kissed my lips

and hips

to the smell of patchouli

and a fire

burning in the room

 

She,

knew exactly 

what she was doing

 

I,

didn’t have a clue

 

Kiss me, he said

the forbidden, 

inappropriate kind

I secretly crave and detest

 

he bought me Janis Joplin CD’s

Flowers

I made him feel temporarily free

Of his wife 

and life 

 

it was nurturing

not sustaining though

 

I ache

for fingers 

down my sternum

lips on my breasts

crests

 

and those 

forbidden places
that speak

of pearly white lights

 

our escapes

from the stifling worlds
Between us

 

‘ she ‘

holds a special kind of ecstasy

 

but my body and I

never

really recovered from Matthew

 

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