I know a man, generous with his kindness
I ache to bear his weight, to feel more
Inside me, I know I cannot
To touch his large hands
upon me, groping
Soothing my pain
But I cannot allow him
to hurt his wife, inside me I know
the way my husband hurt me
long ago, and again, I suspect
I would like him less
there would be less of me to love
it would ruin my imagination
I ache to know his passion
his parts and pieces
throbbing, throwing my neck back
breathing in his huge gasps
tasting his moisture
i ache
to feel his arms around me
loyally enveloped in his strong, protective chest
I wish to hear his words and thoughts
brutal honesty before deceit
I know a man, tall and bright and strong
I ache to know
—Respond, reflect, questions, comments always welcome: mariescottnot@gmail.com —
Marie Scott 