it's late again
we had plans for rendesvous
but the kids went to bed late
you must have fallen asleep
it was your idea so i let you sleep
if it was mine i might wake you
selfish confessions i make to myself
you were angry
i felt maligned but like you told me i kept it quiet
shut up!
then you came around
and when you were ready we dialogue again
you even tell me you are sorry
and walking into my arms
i hold you squeeze tight
vertebrea realign
things go back in place
i give you your time and
play with the boys
we all get what we want
except this fleeting feeling that we are
still sexually connected
there just seems to be so little
time
for just the two of us.
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