smooth as lies, eyes closed
legs wrapped tight around the secret.
Rhythm carries ecstasy
just beyond my reach;
teach me how to spin such tales.
I take it in, inch by slippery inch,
stretch to make room. Full, not sated,
hating who I shouldn't be.
Time scrubs away at ignorance:
planted seed growing, knowing
birth is imminent.
Silence sits swollen:
guilty contractions open my eyes,
reluctant to bear the burden of truth.
Prepare a cradle for knowledge,
delivered in agony to an anxious heart...
stillborn hope wrapped in thoughtless cotton.
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