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By SherrieP Date: 2001 Jun 19 Comment on this Work [[2001.06.19.11.56.11917]] |
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I'm tired. I don't have the strength to fight for this nameless relationship that maintains its life in secret whispers, on cell phones and in alleys, darkened stairwells, unsuspecting emptied houses in unmade beds, and let's not forget the parking garage... I'd thought there be more of a connection of souls, but that's not what connected in that midtown hotel room in December, and oh, what about March? How'd I ever convince myself there'd be more to us than just a meeting of the flesh. You don't talk about feelings... the excuse you've turned into a theme song... communicating is no issue when you want my wicked tongue dancing on your chest or when your hips have found the rhythm of my head... The response I needed was from what pulsed beneath your chest...not between your legs... I can't continue to live as an object of desire, the pain has swallowed up the pleasure. And left me tired. |