Hands still shaking from
the way you fucked me,
I sit solemn,
staring across the room
at a platter
of Christmas cookies.
Inadequacy breathes down my neck,
Reflecting how
I faltered with rules
and temptations
Out of sync in sensation
Gagged by an inability
to express how I feel.
I kept it in, mouth shut,
But my body let it out
Bloody nose,
orgasmic flow,
tears falling
hot,
and unrelenting.
My body has learned to surrender,
While my mind has not.
It only accepts that sometimes
my body is weak.
And I benefit from it.
I’m cold,
but the heat is on,
I have words,
but you are gone.
The pillows, the blankets,
my fingers-
they smell like you.
But this poem
is for me.
…
Thanks to the person with whom I able to figure out these kinks in my own time, and my own way.. No pun intended. Okay, maybe a slight pun.. ❤