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The Weight of Past Choices
In the quiet spaces between
My panting breaths,
I hear echoes of the child
I once was.
I cling to the body
Of a man I barely know,
Trying to fill the emptiness
Left by another.
Men visit my most private place
But never know me.
Our room is filled with the
Steady rhythm of our lust
Clapping, clapping again and again
Like the applause of one lonely.
The sounds of our flesh
Bring back the weight
Of past choices made
In the glance of an eye,
A shared smile,
Or a groping hand.
My panting breaths,
I hear echoes of the child
I once was.
I cling to the body
Of a man I barely know,
Trying to fill the emptiness
Left by another.
Men visit my most private place
But never know me.
Our room is filled with the
Steady rhythm of our lust
Clapping, clapping again and again
Like the applause of one lonely.
The sounds of our flesh
Bring back the weight
Of past choices made
In the glance of an eye,
A shared smile,
Or a groping hand.
Published 26th Sep 2024
Author's Note
Thoughts about recent affairs as I approach my abortion.
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I cling to the body
Of a man I barely know,
Trying to fill the emptiness
Left by another. [it could refer to an emptiness in himself as well as yourself]
...past choices made
In the glance of an eye,
A shared smile,
Or a groping hand. [- three things that can be pivotal to what happens next...]
I cling to the body
Of a man I barely know,
Trying to fill the emptiness
Left by another. [it could refer to an emptiness in himself as well as yourself]
...past choices made
In the glance of an eye,
A shared smile,
Or a groping hand. [- three things that can be pivotal to what happens next...]
Anonymous
- Edited 26th Sep 2024 11:19pm
26th Sep 2024 11:17pm
Abortion? Wow.
Having sex is one of the greatest things two people can do, but in my experience, having it with someone you hardly know will always be unfulfilling. Feeling a woman's breasts; tasting her vagina, being inside her is great, but there will always be something missing from the overall experience.
If a woman needs lots of lube, that could be a clue that the bonding process never took place and conversations may have been shallow.
He may orgasm, but her?
Your picture is perfect for this poem as it shows an apparent apparition on top. How fitting that is being that deep love that nourishes any relationship that's successful is absent.
Great job on this Lauryn.
Having sex is one of the greatest things two people can do, but in my experience, having it with someone you hardly know will always be unfulfilling. Feeling a woman's breasts; tasting her vagina, being inside her is great, but there will always be something missing from the overall experience.
If a woman needs lots of lube, that could be a clue that the bonding process never took place and conversations may have been shallow.
He may orgasm, but her?
Your picture is perfect for this poem as it shows an apparent apparition on top. How fitting that is being that deep love that nourishes any relationship that's successful is absent.
Great job on this Lauryn.
27th Sep 2024 6:55am
I agree with Timagination's comments about the man being like a ghost - it underlines the fleeting nature of the encounter that gives no time to know more about him.
28th Sep 2024 4:21am
