We lay there
Our bodies were one.
But our souls turned away from one another
I anticipate the bed to push down,
then up again.
As he slips on his shoes.
For he was never fully exposed.
Body or self.
No.
That would be too intimate
Something our worlds do not know.
I wait for new air to come in and fill the room
as he leaves.
But I hear only breathing.
I feel trust,
building.
Attachment,
growing.
In true naked honestly,
I'm more scared of what will happen if I run away.
So I stay. And I stare.
I stare, I stare, I stare.
For if I do not stare,
I may forget,
an inch of the sweet face,
who made me feel safe.
Even for just a night.
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- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this one night, when I met a guy, sweet as can be, incredibly smart. We had dinner, watched a movie. I made him laugh, he taught me so many things. It was very different from my regular hook ups with men who are so desperate. But of course, like most great things in life, it only lasted a night. Along with all his smarts, came school work. Which is fine. I\\\'m too smart to actually think I deserve someone that nice.
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WELCOME SANNO ~ Thanks for your first Poem ! Very graphic I enjoyed it ! Thanks also for your comment to put it into "real time" context ! It is a situation most of us have experienced (I'm 34 !) in our journey through Life and Love ! In my case I arrange to meet a Lady ~ we have dinner ~ then some drinks in my flat ~ then sometimes we end up in BED ! Sometimes we see each other again but sometimes it end where it began ~ I understand why ~ but I can't always explain it ! Thanks for sharing it stirred memories ~ Thanks for sharing ~ Yours BRIAN (UK)
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