Beneath the blank sheet, the loneliness we call

forgotten, I hope you find peace. Forgive me not,

for I don’t know what I’ve done wrong. Erase my past-

erase yours, we still end up under a physical attraction

between lines of tangled sheets and invisible boundaries. Soft

your lips may be, gentle your tongue inside my mouth,

but sinister the words spoken as they work

together. Trust is an astonishing antidote

when used correctly. Biting when taken out

of context. You don’t need, but rather want. Let

my hair collapse between your fingers,

rather than thrusting them in the cracks of disbelief. I

don’t know you. Much more, you don’t appreciate me.

Did you notice the moments I brushed my skin, removing

your hand from my face. The way I coiled

to my shoulder at times of vulgar statements. We are not

meant to lay body to body, nor touch hand to

hand. So walk your way and I’ll walk mine in hopes that our

paths will never lead us back to what I’ve forgotten.