Jan 08
You’re stunting my growth,
boiling me over.
…
Lustmaking ends
you groan in my ear,
“This talk of love is your toying
with impossible fetishes.”
…
I am shamed
I close my legs;
my heart congeals
into a prison;
I cannot traverse the
marble floored cage-
your words echo between the bars.
…
(Sorry for the ellipses; I am having spacing problems)
