Insecure

Where’s your lips now?

But in my head

As you lay me down

Upon our bed.

Where’s your hands now?

But on another,

Your heart entwined

With a different lover.

For a while,

Your words head south

When all I crave is the same

From your mouth.

Are your eyes closed now?

If so, dream deep.

Just like the nights

We united in sleep…

Sunrise

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