11/28/17

It has us hidden

but visits so we know it can see us.

It holds my nose tightly and pushes hard against my forehead. 

It should hurt but it doesn't. 

A not so coy hand in my pants.

We become invisible to the rest.

Darkness.

But it's eyes gleam.

All I can see.

Sadness. 

And stolen sadness.

The two are overbearing. 

But I don't care!

I twist around and push it beneath me. 

Deep, deep, deep.

Eyes shut now.

My hair whips.

Head back.

Mouth open.

My universe expands with heavy breath.

It's sweetness and sorrow. 

But mine. 

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