i wish i was harder
my extremities are sure and solid
i touch, i grab, i take
my legs carry me towards and away
but my inside is soft
such impressionable softness of red velvet putty
it keeps me from being thoroughly hardened
mercilessly brave, relentless, impenetrable, incorruptible
safe and protected
i wish i could take without being taken myself
but i can't change this softness -- i've tried
it's this very softness
that keeps me from going back to you
2.20.2021
YOU ARE READING
from the wreckage of obsolescence
רומנטיקהlove, sex and vulnerability. chapter three of an ongoing collection of poetry by a bisexual woman.
