In The Gloaming

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I am always cold when he leaves me.

 

This neglect of body and heart

which are palpable,

while the body set to be his,

willed to remain his,

acknowledging as only

the female form can I have

been found, loved and mastered.

 

The ache to feel him,

taste him,

touch him,

once more,

reminds me that none can be him.

 

That it was always him.

It was always me.

The joy of our together,

Deep and resounding,

We have made the ocean

into our sonnet.

 

-(c) Janelle Fallon

 

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