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in bed with nostalgia

Iíve been getting in bed with nostalgia
getting back to that old school loviní
before my skin was molested by too many hands
that killed all sensation and left me like a prisoner
covering in myself in barbed-wire fencing
hoping itíd put you off wanting me

And the orgasm hits like a barely remembered dream
spilling out from beneath my skin to cover me in phosphorescence
and the memory of what it was like to be touched
by someone that loved me
though nowadays Iíll get into bed with any kind smile
and tongue brave enough to tell me Iím beautiful
like they mean it

ĎCause Iíve been playing the drowning songs again
just to remember the pain of my body in your arms
and how you could soothe my inner agony with the whisper of your words

Life felt simpler when love was all consuming
and sex wasnít just the rhetorical metaphor of a teenage fantasy
before the loss of innocence

So, Iíve been getting back in bed with nostalgia
trying to relearn how to love myself though someone elseís hands
as though touch can save me from myself
though love ghosted out the door eons ago

© Indie Adams 2013
Indie
Written by Indie (Miss Indie)
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