Moisturized and slightly,
Smoother than silk…
Oil slick,
Is the spot in which I bask
In my after glow.
Your satisfaction in tow,
Along with my consideration,
Awareness of uncommon iterations,
Now consumes my sight and thoughts,
Things only I comprehend and know…
Uri keeps a photo hidden
Of his recently separated from,
Ex husband next to the bed.
So many questions left unsaid,
In the silence
As I thought I knew my space
Was only temporary,
And temporarily filled.
Both sides of that statement.
As he sleeps comfortably
My mind races.
Can I be upset when I still
Keep images
Of me and numerous exes
In various places?
Smiles on our faces in between videos
Of different explicit occasions?
In awe and amazement
Of the audacity
I find justifiable in this situation…ship.
He gently turns.
His hand grazes my face.
My eyes follow his fingertips.
I resolve my inquiries,
And silence my thoughts
As his forehead meets my lips.
I accept that his heart is still not only his.
So,
A fraction of each of our actions
Is all that I find comfort with,
But this feeling,
Is feeling like…
“Something About Us”
Could more than “this”.
read “LENNY” (Season 1) from the beginning
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