Stretched over lovers,
pulled into lies,
sin beyond measure,
permeate eyes.

Your body reminds me,
of a boy, long gone.
The planes of your face,
form a tentative song. 

I am always dispensable,
just “good enough”,
so fragile, and you,
are made of stronger stuff.

And after last night,
I’ve lost my intrigue, 
dream of your bed,
heady with need.

I’ve lost all my mystery,
my secrets, are few.
No layers to unpeel,
I am naked to you. 

You are so wise,
so lovely, in sleeping.
and I’ve nothing to offer, 
but a heart, barely beating.

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