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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...