Blank

Blank.
Flat-lining.
Used.
Alone.
Again.
Pathetic.
These one-night stands?
Only they're not one-night stands because this keeps on
happening,
same man, and same feelings.
Lust. Love?
Cautious affection - always cautious - don't love him - warning,
beware the eyes, the warmth, the smile -
smell him, touch him, taste him
- osmosis -
he passes through my skin, becomes a part of me, in me,
flowing free as the blood through my veins.
Kiss, kiss, kiss of passion -
physically given and mentally withheld -
hands that know every inch of flesh yet nothing of these tears.
Tears are kept back - hidden, don't cry -
no point - where will you be then?
Miserable and puffy eyed.
Do you want puffy eyes?
Hold his hand and run your fingers through his hair -
outline the contours of his brown body with your palms - sticky sweat -
breathe heavily and consume the moment - swallow it whole
for tonight he's just yours - for your eyes only -
only in the morning he will wash you from his body
and sing you from his mind
and he will leave for his 'proper' life
and you will be left behind.
Blank.
Flat-lining.
Used.
Alone.
Again.
Pathetic.