Him

I love the way

that your touch healed my

bed broken back

but the pain came back

when you let go

of me.

And your curious leaning over

to give me your ear

when I'm speaking

but can't be heard

over their

noise.

Your honey/smooth/soft

voice traveling into my body

and making me want to

write until my fingers get stiff

to make poems

in secret

love

of you.

Sometimes I need to fall

to know that you will

be there to pick me

up again

if you aren't

too

busy.

Can't really keep it inside anymore. But confused about telling. Feedback welcomed.

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