only wanting the night, with you...
for loving arms, and nearly unnoticeable soft touches...
As it turns out, you were the one who got what I wanted.
Not me.
And when I was in the same spot; it was years ago...
And the 'spot' came with many conditions,
that i did not love, or even
merely like.
right now, besides feeling avoided
I think i will close my eyes
to mourn something I do not know
or understand
The complicity/complexity
And living
travesty
of the awkward man.
Copyright 2011 K. Anne Smith
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