Who was it that injured you?
Were you very young?
You must have been, for
I see your mouth moving
seeking a nipple,
or some sustenance from life,
that a deeper part of you
has longed for,
but has never been able to find.
I wake in the night sometimes
and find you curled
in the shadow of my arm.
Feet drawn up, thumb sucking
and it takes an effort
to pull the wrinkled member
from my mouth
to relax my legs
and straighten them out
under the cold,
emptiness
of the sheets. |
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