There is nothing soft
About it
Except when I get scared,
And you scare me
Down deep
Until my bones rattle
All I can do is hold on to it,
Aching for what I don’t deserved,
Waiting to taste what I can’t reach,
Stiff as a sailor with a pegleg
When it ceases to matter,
Here, alone
In the dark at home,
Recalling
Those whispered moments,
So long, yet not so long ago,
Punished for presuming
I deserved
What I did not.
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