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Now the bed that bears my weight is not only my bed
The pillow that I plead against
The wall I whisper words towardsThe sheets that shelter over me
Not only mine
The gaze that warms my face is not the sun
The breath that brushes my skin is not the windThe salt that stings me,
The arms that embrace,The water that wets me not the sea
And the light that fills my eyes not the sky
Now the hair on my head,
On my arms, on my chest, not just mine.The tongue that licks my lips,
That touches my teeth,
That moves my mouth is not my tongue.
The fingers that feel,The teeth that tease,
The mouth that moans not mine.
And when I awake
The eyes that meet my eyes are not my eyes,The hand that holds my hand, not my hand,
The tears that cool my cheek, not my tears
The blood on the bed not just mine
Does what I’ve done show in my face?I turn my head
I move the mirror
And in reflection I see you
Against the mirror
A mist of breath
Mouth against mouthBreast against breast
Eye meeting eyeHand against hand
I moved the mirror
I looked again
In Reflection
Does what I’ve done show in my face?I looked in the mirror
I met myself andAnd in reflection I saw me
And the bed that bore my weight was alone my bedThe pillow that I pleaded over
The wall I whispered words towardThe sheets that sheltered over me
Were mine
And the only gaze to warm my face was the sun
The only breath that brushed my skin was the windThe only salt that stung me,
The arms that embraced me,
The water that wet me was the seaAnd the only light that filled my eyes was the sky
And the hair on my head, on my arms,
On my chest, was mine
The tongue that licked my lipsThat touched my teeth,
That moved my mouth was my tongue
And the fingers that felt,
The teeth that teased,The mouth that moaned, all mine
And when I awoke
The eyes that met my eyes were my eyes
The hand that held my hand was my handThe tears that cooled my cheek were my tears
The blood on the bed only mine
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