Sunday, November 04, 2007

hungry

It's been months. I miss having hands on me, fingers trailing on my skin. I miss feeling the fullness only a body atop of me can bring. But I don't miss the tears. The salty taste of disappointment as it runs down my cheek. I miss the bites, the marks, but not waiting for them to be made.

Now, I just need to find someone with whom to break the fast.

1 comment:

taxitalk said...

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