Poem: The Lake District

girl lake district

We sat on the grass field.
Picnic. Plaid rug.
You eating fast
looking at me.
I take one small bite.
Because I feel sad, I’m lonely.
You lean in and kiss me.
Impatient, fast.

You unravel my dress
the straps fall…
Nothing guarding me from your selfish grasp…

You unzip and slip
We’re one

Tears fall down my face.
You place your hand behind my head
and whisper:
“My beauty, my love don’t cry”
You nuzzle your head into my neck
and lean deeper into me
following the scent of your desire.

You tell me you love me.
My heart is so broken

You love me back to life
but it is not enough.
You kiss my lips, my cheeks,
my forehead.
You look into my eyes
Hands tenderly slip down
affectionately, considerately…

Again you whisper:
“I love you.”
I don’t move.
Tears just fall down my face.

It’s too late,
I needed this in an earlier season.
You came back
for no reason.

You ease in and out of my life
as you do with
My Body.

But still I hold onto you and whisper for you to
hold me,
love me,
adore me….

Restore me.

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