Turn

She cradles my head,

Loving, tender,

My tears fall upon her breast,

My body shakes against her.

 

Turn.

 

“Get the fuck out of my house”,

“Don’t ever come back”,

Out of sight, out of mind,

Out of heart, out of life?

 

Turn.

 

She lay with me in the grass,

Her head upon my shoulder,

I need nothing else,

I stroke her hair and smile.

 

Turn.

 

She can’t do this anymore,

I’m selfish and hurtful and negligent,

She needs me to be more,

More than I can give.

 

Turn.

 

I kiss her neck, and hear her moan,

Her nails leave lines on my back,

I run my hand through her hair and jerk her head back,

We are one.

 

Turn.

 

She is my kaleidoscope,

Every turn,

She’s new and old and dusty and shining,

Her jewel-crusted skin blinds me.

 

Turn.

I love her.

Turn.

I love her.

Turn.

 

I love her.

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