Absence
By john beckett
Sat, 28 Mar 2015
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I take off my clothes
and lie down with her.
She feels nothing.
Not the suppleness of my skin.
Not the heated flush
of arousal
that suffuses me
when I am near
someone
I want.
I blush
in the darkness.
Her ears cannot hear
the hitch in my heart,
as it skips
a beat
and downshifts
to a rapid, uneasy rhythm.
When she kisses me
she cannot feel
the way she takes
my breath
into her mouth.
One small gasp.
My eyes adjust
to the darkness
but I am left
with nothing to see.
She moves
to avoid me.
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