Today was supposed to be beautiful
one of love and laughter and soft touches
but I have been beat up around the shoulders
and my sides, ribs sore
the last words from your mouth
cold and indifferent
what would you say to unbearably cool sheets
and soft duvets, dark hair thick and gleaming
draped over you, sticky with love, and us
oh us, we could be something, we should be
really something but we collide, we clash
and we are bruised
while you wash my back we could talk about our dreams
about how come everything suddenly
feels hard and uphill
rub my skin softly then rub me raw
far away from here
Abundant, raw sensuality has been trapped and nailed in those lines as if by magic.
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holy cow, thank you, Uma
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I can only echo our friend, Uma
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that means a lot, thank you
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Another powerful ending…
Do you like the Cowboy Junkies?
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I do now :) I looked them up after I read your comment–Thank you for the tip, and for your continued reading
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You’re welcome. Your male/female dialogues (or soliloquies) remind me of theirs. After reading this piece yesterday, I listened to “Ring on the Sill” and “Horse in the Country.”
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