A Weakness

Once you loved me against bricks,

pressed the ridge of my palm

to your pubis. Your scorch

shuddered up my arm and seared me.

Tonight there’s light enough yet

to see the gloss on your cheek.

Gutted by this shift, I stop.

When you ask what’s the matter,

like another night we shared

I begin shaking. I weaken.

How you’ve missed the leap forward

I don’t know. I might’ve woken alone.

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