But then, all that he seemed was awe-inspir’ng—
eyes unimaginable, curly brown hair.
Now loneliness replaced with longing, pining.
How do I manage to relinquish my time
so fearlessly to new coy lovers each month?
After all the aching, always fall in line.
These old boys, these young men, remember just each
feeling of pulling up skirt, lifting my shirt.
Masturbating to a memory, a peach.
Nicholas makes me want to be more, is more.
House clean, skin smooth, my mind wandering to him.
Eyes dim with sickness, my inner thighs still sore.