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Sanctuary
Like a book I can only learn by being
Read when and how he chooses to read.
He bends me to his need with expectations.
He is the one who is always aware
And who, inevitably, sees the unwritten
Inside me; but, he never looks away.
His hands are my only true sanctuary
From silence that is ready to be distilled
Within me; until he has dealt with me,
I know, even as I sleep, he will dream
Me back into my skin, as his whispered
Thoughts tell me I can learn to be his.
Read when and how he chooses to read.
He bends me to his need with expectations.
He is the one who is always aware
And who, inevitably, sees the unwritten
Inside me; but, he never looks away.
His hands are my only true sanctuary
From silence that is ready to be distilled
Within me; until he has dealt with me,
I know, even as I sleep, he will dream
Me back into my skin, as his whispered
Thoughts tell me I can learn to be his.
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