lucy

My roommates left me alone.
They left to go home for the weekend.
I'm all by myself here.
I hate it.

I usually love being single and reveling in my freedom but today I'm just wondering what it's like to be loved...to have someone there that knows you inside and out, to depend on, to laugh with, to bake cookies for, to be able to look into someone's eyes when I have sex with them, instead of closing my eyes then adding a notch onto the bedpost.
I wrote this today:
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Letter to a Former Lover
You are no longer anything more
Than a
Notch in my bedpost.
I finger the
Rough groove
Carved on the wood
A splinter impales my finger the way
You impaled me
-all those nights ago-
-Pleasure?-
Pain and penetration.
Penetration.
Pain.
This, what I remember.
of you.
Penetration and pain.

Forget the sweetness.
Forget the sentiments.
Forget the spilt summer, the promises.
...long forgotten...
Remember pleasure.

Suck on the wound.
Taste blood.
Pull out the splinter with my teeth.
Look at the notch.

Penetration.

pleasure.

pain.
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Hope everyone is well and smiling.
Love Lucy