[KCBUTCH]

They call to me
full breasted, wet and restless
they scream my name sweet tenderness,
the wild tamed.
Her, She, woman, femme
her delicate tastes, supple skin, submissive ways.
they look different, they are warm, kind, generous.
She melts in my mouth
She buckles under my sex
she, who is not here but wanted
her; the one that lingers
femme, the half to my whole
so familiar and never getting old.
Though I've discovered a challenge to my want,
the memory of you remains, she who calls to me is left behind because you are still there. teasing me with a love forgotten.
Taunting me with the story of us turned to the breaking of me...
My heart is not healed yet-
it is then I realize I am not reaching for anyone but running away from you.
I am not seeking to be with "her" I am trying to forget you
I am lost, I am wandering. I am not yet free from the place you made in my heart. And my heart aches.
So I step forward and fall back
I reach and recoil
I rise and dissolve.

She who steals from my breathe- woman, who arouses my senses
femme, she who feeds the flames of my desire
My missing piece lies lost under the sofa
The picture is there but it will take a thorough spring cleaning for it to be whole.
So I wait, I distract and I cry... I run, I walk and I hide.-ME