*artwork- painting by andrew salgado via justimagine-ddoc.com/art
|i was having pulsing you, in me,
for long minutes, i believed
your phone rang and rang and rang
i asked to pick it up
and right away
i felt your flesh and your mind sliding out
she was bleeding,
maybe loosing her baby.
i heard you say
” i am sorry, i can’t”
and the thought
“i could easily be in her shoes”
blew my mind
you were out,
out of me,
out of my bed, my room
yet not with her.never taking sides.
always in the middle.
i was silent.
you- eaten by guilt, every touch is an apology- asked
“what’s on your mind?”“i am sad, for
you’re so eager to be the savior.
yet you are never truly there ”