Lust and nothing
more, you’d say—
The way you moved
your hips? Tossed your hair just so?
Like waves in
woodblock prints we saw at the gallery.
Your touch no
longer makes me shudder—(I lie).
You must have
known as well—Don’t lie.
You were just as
tired of going through the motions,
wondering how much
more you could take.
Think how our
niceties stole years away from each of us.
Time for another?
Or too late?
Should I say it
first? Or can I not live without you?
No,
it’s you who can’t live without me—(I snicker).
You
don’t want me to leave you—(I pray).
You
don’t want me leaving you—(not now, please).
So, what was I
trying to say…?
Don’t
go...
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