I.
Its a burn
a tickle
a moment
something fleeting
something fickle
its my guilt
my lust
lie and lay, lay, lie
its the way your blanket stuck to me
balls of cotton on my clothes
your feet too close to mine
your toes, on my toes
and then theres that smell
dirty and paternal
you remind me of my father
but not the better
say were free
promise to respect boundaries
nothing but a lie spoken soft upon my leave
II.
those deep eyes saddening
your witty remarks maddening
jeans slowly unbuttoning-
stop
but you dont
and i dont try
i take it all in stride
its a simply unchangeable motion
just a little notion of the pain
the guilt ill always feel
III.
we used to be friends.
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