Out of the forest,
after the moon,
our skin met beneath your crested ceiling,
our breath and blood fogging the window,
that moment...
Far gone now is that time,
we said goodbye last night,
you too apathetic about life to make a stance,
me too desiring of true companionship to let myself be content with what you had to offer,
which when we broke it down, wasn't much.
So here I sit
my skin soft from a shower,
naked, truly,
reading and writing poetry
and wishing for a moment when a man will look at me with a twinkle in his eye,
one that doesn't mean sex,
but one that means love.
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