I Promised Myself Gentleness

I promised myself gentleness

                                                        but

I turned you inside myself

like a serrated knife

I let the blade pierce my heart

and I looked into your eyes

and smiled

as the blood stained my dress. 

At least you were touching me

at least you were holding me.

It hurts

              but

at least your eyes are on me…

I promised myself gentleness

                                                        but

one look at you

made me forget all else

The first smile you gave me

was dripping lust and sin

and I forgot all else

All I knew

and all I wanted to know

was you.

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