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Then There's You...
I had a lover,
His grip was
Fierce.
I am detached,
Think nothing of it.
Night comes,
He can feel me leaving,
I feel him constrict.
Boa legs and arms.
Self preservation pushes, squirms,
Marionettes my limbs.
"I am not yours.
YOU ARE SUFFOCATING ME."
Then there's you...
A touch so light,
Like you're not even there.
And I want.
His grip was
Fierce.
I am detached,
Think nothing of it.
Night comes,
He can feel me leaving,
I feel him constrict.
Boa legs and arms.
Self preservation pushes, squirms,
Marionettes my limbs.
"I am not yours.
YOU ARE SUFFOCATING ME."
Then there's you...
A touch so light,
Like you're not even there.
And I want.
Published 21st Apr 2018
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21st Apr 2018 6:49pm
I think we all at some point get into restrictive situations. The lighter touch is a much gentler way to go. Solid write!
22nd Apr 2018 5:09am
It's a funny thing sometimes. Depending on how I really feel about a person sometimes being crushed is enjoyable. Not this time!
Thanks T
Thanks T
22nd Apr 2018 5:11am
21st Apr 2018 7:32pm
The grip that crushes, or a gentle touch? Ideally, somewhere in between. Fine work Lookie!
22nd Apr 2018 5:10am
21st Apr 2018 7:48pm
like a sorbet between meals to cleanse your palate?...or make a meal out of him.
nice elegant write.
nice elegant write.
22nd Apr 2018 5:15am
I can feel the constraint in this vivid piece. Your work is packed with emotion. Brave!
10th Jan 2020 6:53am
