Her heart sank
when he reached through the dark
and blindly put his hand right on the condom
that he had laid out
before the night began
He had not been swept off his feet,
his feet had been in the same position
in his mind all day, prone
one leg between her two
Her heart filled and she had wanted
to hurt him, where it hurts.
What had been steamy, wet, and perfect
Was now brittle, angry, and ashen
and she gathered up her things
and fled into the night, her
hope and heart as
dry as her vagina
Thursday, July 16, 2009
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