Firsts

the floor felt normal
with the way motion flowed
across my back:
the pad of need,
the stomp of desire,
and the guilty slide of give.

That is

until I sat up and
said “no”,
“You can’t”,
and “I won’t.”

your faces a portrait of
disbelief, mistreat, unkept
weeping,
and sweeping disappointment.

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