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I.
"Open wide," I said...
And ready or not, I began to peer;
To poke and prod--
A piercing stare greeted unwanting eyes
I inhaled the discontent eagerly
I like the fact that his skin begins to crawl
When I leave him used
And open
Unwillingly
I exhale satisfaction evenly,
Nose wide with all his stank
He smears my moment with a single, ingenuine tear
I hate the fact that my skin begins to crawl
When he hints to his emotionality
Secretly, it speaks volumes to me,
But I can't let let love open me up--
Open me wide, again...

II.
Like felt-tip to blank page,
He marked my purity,
And tainted my nothingness;
How disapproving eyes would glare--
Innocently, at what they thought they knew

III.
...in the open
We became complex
We became too much
We became nothing
In the midst of everything
Nose wide with all this stank
Something,
Someone somewhere,
Has convinced us
Not to let love open up--
Open us wide again
Still not ready,
Still unsure;
The peering
The prodding
The poking tarries on
And skin crawls unwillingly
As we submit
As we surrender
Hopelessly to love...

Reset

The words were gray...
deliberately ambiguous
so that self worth and meaning
would remain veiled

And in the absence of relief, hurt struck
like a father disowning his own
or a mother abandoning her home

Wounded pride stared in astonishment
at what the pain had done

No taking back what wasn't said
that conveyed the pointless,
for that was the point--

The reason that revealed a need to reflect
on the gray areas...

The ones we can't take back
The ones we can't rewind
The ones that leave a taste in my mouth
and a tear in your eye

That place where there's no easy button or quick fix;
no pause, just play

Inside a world where your hand meets my face
in a less than loving embrace--

Then we kiss,
And make up