Bruises of lust March 31, 2012

Glass broken doesn’t

Cut as deeply

As a shattered heart does,

Worse,

The blunt pangs

Of unresolved desire,

The black and blue bruises

Lust leaves,

After you’ve beaten

Yourself up over

Someone you want.

The ever erect position

You can’t fix,

Stitch up,

The wound too deep

The flesh too damaged,

You have to live with it,

Letting it poke at you,

Continuing to bruise

That part of your insides

Where only you can

See the bleeding,

Knowing that what

You want most won’t last

Even when you get it.

So, you take it for now,

Delaying the pain

You know will come

From it someday,

Telling yourself

It’s all worth it,

Maybe it is

Maybe it will be

Only time will tell.

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